<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:29:11.589-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turner Tattler</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>327</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4536960040157277824</id><published>2012-02-15T22:58:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:58:04.589-09:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have more kids than Sutton, but right now, she is pretty interesting...so here is another post about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is 2 in every since of the word...or number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is more strong-willed and more vocal of her wants than Ella or Olivia ever were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxvZz_v3vu4/TzyzGyjWy8I/AAAAAAAABfQ/n3zspL4KY4M/s1600/DSC_3955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxvZz_v3vu4/TzyzGyjWy8I/AAAAAAAABfQ/n3zspL4KY4M/s640/DSC_3955.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was apparent since birth that she was going to be the one to pitch fits...I was right. &amp;nbsp;And since birth, when she started pitching her fit, I had to wait it out. &amp;nbsp;There was no calming her in anyway. &amp;nbsp;I would lay her down, let her scream, and when she was finished, I would feed, change or comfort her (comma over load in that last sentence).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In her 2 year old moments, you have to do the same. &amp;nbsp;Here she wanted me to put her on the counter top while I cooked, but I was finished. &amp;nbsp;I told her that I was finished, and I was going into the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She didn't like that, so she ever so gently (seriously, she gently lays down) she lies on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Side note: &amp;nbsp;I hope I got the correct form of "lie" in the last sentence correct...I always got it wrong in school. &amp;nbsp;And why I am so obsessed with my grammar tonight, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She cried and screamed, hit at me and told me "NO!" many times. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I walked away. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She had her fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4L0NuXVOhI/TzyzRJHQn-I/AAAAAAAABfY/_sq7ow135nU/s1600/DSC_3959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4L0NuXVOhI/TzyzRJHQn-I/AAAAAAAABfY/_sq7ow135nU/s640/DSC_3959.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then she admired her newly painted nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was there for several minutes....just a lookin' away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though she tries me more than the others...she is still stinkin' cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am pretty sure she will be my first to tell me she hates me when she is older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBKXenjwh0Q/Tzyza5RAG1I/AAAAAAAABfg/SX6Epu_sM2Q/s1600/DSC_3966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBKXenjwh0Q/Tzyza5RAG1I/AAAAAAAABfg/SX6Epu_sM2Q/s640/DSC_3966.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4536960040157277824?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4536960040157277824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4536960040157277824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4536960040157277824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4536960040157277824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-2.html' title='I AM 2'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxvZz_v3vu4/TzyzGyjWy8I/AAAAAAAABfQ/n3zspL4KY4M/s72-c/DSC_3955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2890309870824654868</id><published>2012-02-12T23:14:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:36:12.777-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend, Sutton Grace got a big girl bed! &amp;nbsp;It was my idea, she would stay in her crib forever if I let her. &amp;nbsp;But we are going to be full force in the potty training soon (we started awhile back, but she cried for 3 days every time she sat on the potty, so we stopped). &amp;nbsp;I need her to be able to get out of the bed to let me know she needs to go to the bathroom at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took the mattress off the guest bed (our old bed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is low enough to keep her from hurting herself if she rolls off...she rolls around so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4v0vdyDil8/TzjDn-2aaII/AAAAAAAABew/vSxBi2vc9oA/s1600/DSC_4019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4v0vdyDil8/TzjDn-2aaII/AAAAAAAABew/vSxBi2vc9oA/s640/DSC_4019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took the time to take some pictures of her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her new bed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves Elmo. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her Cinderella dress....she has worn it for 2 days and 1 night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4S918spARl8/TzjD5X14OXI/AAAAAAAABe4/l-74gn8UQnU/s1600/DSC_4083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4S918spARl8/TzjD5X14OXI/AAAAAAAABe4/l-74gn8UQnU/s640/DSC_4083.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The search and find books can keep her occupied for hours. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember Where's Waldo? &amp;nbsp;Do they still have those? &amp;nbsp;I need to find some!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5m-HF0_mRc/TzjEG2GAuPI/AAAAAAAABfA/D3Zi88j_hGo/s1600/DSC_4220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5m-HF0_mRc/TzjEG2GAuPI/AAAAAAAABfA/D3Zi88j_hGo/s640/DSC_4220.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was so nice and shared the bed and book with Campbell...ok...ok...I had to break up a fight, and take Campbell off the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nwU5xxBGt8/TzjEYNKvtUI/AAAAAAAABfI/EKRtngth6AA/s1600/DSC_4094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nwU5xxBGt8/TzjEYNKvtUI/AAAAAAAABfI/EKRtngth6AA/s640/DSC_4094.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She sleeps just fine in her bed...she doesn't get out of it constantly...for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2890309870824654868?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2890309870824654868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2890309870824654868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2890309870824654868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2890309870824654868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/02/big-girl-bed.html' title='Big Girl Bed'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4v0vdyDil8/TzjDn-2aaII/AAAAAAAABew/vSxBi2vc9oA/s72-c/DSC_4019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4385853243952925753</id><published>2012-02-09T20:00:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T20:00:07.748-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We get this little magazine at our home once a month. &amp;nbsp;JT loves it and so does Sutton...it is good potty training material...she reads while she waits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QM97SQZoM8/TzOH42OkcrI/AAAAAAAABeg/0IgcWYDCTHE/s1600/DSC_3820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QM97SQZoM8/TzOH42OkcrI/AAAAAAAABeg/0IgcWYDCTHE/s640/DSC_3820.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JT has submitted month after month his catch, and month after month, he waits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He finally got in!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He has been in more magazine, newspapers and on more television than anyone I personally know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for an issue with Ella and Olivia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2U3DpIvgxU/TzOIDuHLCTI/AAAAAAAABeo/Pc9TcrllX2U/s1600/DSC_3829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2U3DpIvgxU/TzOIDuHLCTI/AAAAAAAABeo/Pc9TcrllX2U/s640/DSC_3829.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4385853243952925753?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4385853243952925753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4385853243952925753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4385853243952925753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4385853243952925753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/02/almost-famous_09.html' title='Almost Famous'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QM97SQZoM8/TzOH42OkcrI/AAAAAAAABeg/0IgcWYDCTHE/s72-c/DSC_3820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7438889093575005051</id><published>2012-02-08T23:28:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:28:06.369-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is hard to believe that my once little girls are now big girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton and Campbell are the little girls now...and probably will forever be called that...and they will hate it. &amp;nbsp;Anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it has been 7 1/2 years since I became a mommy and I can't believe that I ever wanted to be anything other than their mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWHXKlvQpYs/TzN5UrEYyCI/AAAAAAAABd4/5yyFBCgFPTc/s1600/DSC_3659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWHXKlvQpYs/TzN5UrEYyCI/AAAAAAAABd4/5yyFBCgFPTc/s640/DSC_3659.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am reminded everyday how big they are, but still so young. &amp;nbsp;I hope that as they grow, they can still maintain some sort of innocence. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In another 7 1/2 years, Ella will be getting her permit, and Olivia will be a teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7 1/2 years after that, Ella or Olivia could be telling me they want to marry the boy they are dating...OH jeez...I am not ready for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Side story: Ella was eating tuna, and she asked if it was healthy (she is on a real health kick). &amp;nbsp;I said yes, except too much is not good when you have a baby in your belly. &amp;nbsp;Then I told her she didn't have to worry about that until she is atleast 50. &amp;nbsp;She said "Yes, when I am old. &amp;nbsp;Wait, Mom, how old are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKp6i5Owgtw/TzN5pV_2WqI/AAAAAAAABeA/8NP6esPXo2E/s1600/DSC_3611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKp6i5Owgtw/TzN5pV_2WqI/AAAAAAAABeA/8NP6esPXo2E/s640/DSC_3611.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my big girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29ONA9J0sek/TzN54GGGe3I/AAAAAAAABeI/Zyf75ar3FP8/s1600/DSC_3817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29ONA9J0sek/TzN54GGGe3I/AAAAAAAABeI/Zyf75ar3FP8/s640/DSC_3817.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7438889093575005051?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7438889093575005051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7438889093575005051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7438889093575005051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7438889093575005051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/02/big-girls.html' title='The Big Girls'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWHXKlvQpYs/TzN5UrEYyCI/AAAAAAAABd4/5yyFBCgFPTc/s72-c/DSC_3659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-1858106892448953096</id><published>2012-02-05T01:04:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T01:04:04.955-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard of 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK..Ok...to call it a blizzard would be exaggerating a bit. &amp;nbsp;BUT we did get a lot of snow and some winds...so we will call it blizzard LIKE conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is a quote I have seen on Pinterest a lot that says, "Cleaning the house while kids are there, is like shoveling snow while it is still snowing." or something to that effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know people would say "Amen" to that, but not me...or most anyone else that lives in a snowy area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoveling snow while it is still snowing has is benefits. &amp;nbsp;You may have to shovel more than once, but it is a lot easier to shovel a few inches compared to a couple of feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With snow, you don't know when it will stop...with kids, they go to bed at some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So get out there and shovel that snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g24xgyMa8uU/Ty5OpNyVbyI/AAAAAAAABdg/pYvyA51t4pY/s1600/DSC_3048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g24xgyMa8uU/Ty5OpNyVbyI/AAAAAAAABdg/pYvyA51t4pY/s640/DSC_3048.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I put on my snow gear...shoes, buff and gloves...and headed out to shovel the snow while it was still snowing. &amp;nbsp;When I got one area cleared, I would turn around and it would be covered again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My knight in shining armor...or green GLoomis sweat shirt, came to save me. &amp;nbsp;We managed to hold on to a snow blower that belongs to someone else, which he operated. &amp;nbsp;I, however, did it the old-fashioned way...with a shovel...not because I am afraid of the big snow blower or anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was tired...and in a lot of pain. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvQROzWkAA8/Ty5O8GXT0yI/AAAAAAAABdo/wLyaGOsoorE/s1600/DSC_3053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvQROzWkAA8/Ty5O8GXT0yI/AAAAAAAABdo/wLyaGOsoorE/s640/DSC_3053.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is me, super excited that we shoveled the 7 or so inches that had already fallen...or I was excited just to spend a little bit of time with my husband...or that I had help...or that I broke a sweat, which means a good work out...or all of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I so look like I have a lazy eye...I don't...or atleast if I do, I haven't noticed it in 30 years (almost 30 years).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBiHoxlTyBs/Ty5POD89ZBI/AAAAAAAABdw/aGP3flBqqJQ/s1600/DSC_3056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LBiHoxlTyBs/Ty5POD89ZBI/AAAAAAAABdw/aGP3flBqqJQ/s640/DSC_3056.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The snow finally let up...reports say we got about 15 inches of snow! &amp;nbsp;I am glad we cleared out some of it when we did. &amp;nbsp;15 inches is no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that night we braved that blizzard and went to the girl's ballet and tumbling recital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, you crazy southerners it wasn't canceled....and yes, this crazy southerner wished it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was probably one of the scariest drives EVER in Alaska!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-1858106892448953096?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/1858106892448953096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=1858106892448953096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1858106892448953096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1858106892448953096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/02/blizzard-of-2012.html' title='Blizzard of 2012'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g24xgyMa8uU/Ty5OpNyVbyI/AAAAAAAABdg/pYvyA51t4pY/s72-c/DSC_3048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-894672991354883847</id><published>2012-02-03T00:36:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:36:46.293-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She read while her Daddy was planning an attack...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Jj65JHi1ok/TyumNN--kfI/AAAAAAAABc4/CmHGxGzWjMM/s1600/DSC_2745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Jj65JHi1ok/TyumNN--kfI/AAAAAAAABc4/CmHGxGzWjMM/s640/DSC_2745.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFc4YFefxIs/TyumpyL2e9I/AAAAAAAABdA/-chWBevujuA/s1600/DSC_2746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFc4YFefxIs/TyumpyL2e9I/AAAAAAAABdA/-chWBevujuA/s640/DSC_2746.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzjGO4R80LA/TyunDWNl8LI/AAAAAAAABdI/xXz5IR-vL-I/s1600/DSC_2748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzjGO4R80LA/TyunDWNl8LI/AAAAAAAABdI/xXz5IR-vL-I/s640/DSC_2748.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWkEBVM4u68/TyundI5-paI/AAAAAAAABdQ/93zk0MVMuP4/s1600/DSC_2747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWkEBVM4u68/TyundI5-paI/AAAAAAAABdQ/93zk0MVMuP4/s640/DSC_2747.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then Mom (the fun killer), makes him stop and her go back to reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTezV-2mroM/Tyun7wKevuI/AAAAAAAABdY/prejLCrMGvQ/s1600/DSC_2750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTezV-2mroM/Tyun7wKevuI/AAAAAAAABdY/prejLCrMGvQ/s640/DSC_2750.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fact that Ella is reading, is a miracle! &amp;nbsp;We have struggled with this for a long time. &amp;nbsp;She still doesn't like it, because it is still hard for her. &amp;nbsp;But she can sound out almost anything...I am very proud of her for trying so hard even though it is very frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-894672991354883847?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/894672991354883847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=894672991354883847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/894672991354883847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/894672991354883847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/02/attack.html' title='Attack!'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Jj65JHi1ok/TyumNN--kfI/AAAAAAAABc4/CmHGxGzWjMM/s72-c/DSC_2745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-122255974354785020</id><published>2012-01-31T20:22:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:22:54.970-09:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words...Just Campbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the temps are in the teens (really close to 20 degrees...yay!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When the temps get really close to 20...the grill gets fired up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love our grill, it has a gas side, a charcoal side, and a smoker. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grilling is so much a part of what we do as a family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpSVrI_XeWI/Tyej1NGGV_I/AAAAAAAABbo/vY5585lbyR0/s1600/DSC_2859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpSVrI_XeWI/Tyej1NGGV_I/AAAAAAAABbo/vY5585lbyR0/s640/DSC_2859.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like the amount of snow on the grill? &amp;nbsp;Can you believe that a good bit of that melted earlier in the season? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait til summer when we grill most every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When JT was deployed, I would get so sad when I would smell someone grilling. &amp;nbsp;It was just another reminder that he wasn't here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuL7j8zpdr4/TyekKvdg8DI/AAAAAAAABbw/q_caFoGrtr8/s1600/DSC_2866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuL7j8zpdr4/TyekKvdg8DI/AAAAAAAABbw/q_caFoGrtr8/s640/DSC_2866.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JT got cedar planks for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;We really wanted to try fish on them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is halibut with some southwestern chipotle seasoning. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YUM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The plank gave it a nice smokey flavor all through out the meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am thinking salmon for the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btwfY84Dxbg/TyekdiHDq6I/AAAAAAAABb4/ray_ofW74fk/s1600/DSC_2888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btwfY84Dxbg/TyekdiHDq6I/AAAAAAAABb4/ray_ofW74fk/s640/DSC_2888.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-980473848056325270?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/980473848056325270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=980473848056325270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/980473848056325270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/980473848056325270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/planking-above-zero.html' title='Planking Above Zero'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpSVrI_XeWI/Tyej1NGGV_I/AAAAAAAABbo/vY5585lbyR0/s72-c/DSC_2859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7333675079636703425</id><published>2012-01-30T14:06:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:32:09.828-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The temps haven't been too bad (as cold as they were), but we we're on our way to having the coldest January on record. &amp;nbsp;Things have "warmed" up a little today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, however, we went to go to the store and the doors in the van were frozen shut! &amp;nbsp;We couldn't open them at all. &amp;nbsp;JT bought some de-icer and that didn't help. &amp;nbsp;So, he took it to a friend's garage (because ours has way too much stuff in it) parked it in there for a few minutes to thaw out the door....they now open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJuOS0y_VUg/TycfkvQY60I/AAAAAAAABbQ/fuTmMPpOddI/s1600/DSC_2800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJuOS0y_VUg/TycfkvQY60I/AAAAAAAABbQ/fuTmMPpOddI/s640/DSC_2800.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when I wrote about the seal in our window being broken? &amp;nbsp;We had maintenance out to the house, and they said there was nothing they could do til summer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bummer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, until then, our heat is cranked way up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But because of the broken seal, it is allowing the concrete the pipes are in to cool down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And late last night, JT walked into the garage to a flood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhFUXy31BOw/Tycf0yhm3eI/AAAAAAAABbY/KpxwkmPQkE0/s1600/DSC_2804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhFUXy31BOw/Tycf0yhm3eI/AAAAAAAABbY/KpxwkmPQkE0/s640/DSC_2804.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1j0myu-UAGI/TycgESGARLI/AAAAAAAABbg/CZYLDzWpEbw/s1600/DSC_2807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1j0myu-UAGI/TycgESGARLI/AAAAAAAABbg/CZYLDzWpEbw/s640/DSC_2807.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also had water in the basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clean up is not fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7333675079636703425?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7333675079636703425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7333675079636703425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7333675079636703425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7333675079636703425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJuOS0y_VUg/TycfkvQY60I/AAAAAAAABbQ/fuTmMPpOddI/s72-c/DSC_2800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2875427832648283691</id><published>2012-01-27T22:52:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:52:31.855-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can someone please tell my baby to slow down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-she-is-offfollowing-her-sisters.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She did this today without help. &amp;nbsp;She is still not fully crawling. &amp;nbsp;Is she just going to skip straight to walking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't let her go any higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESONuxFP6Fo/TyOod9eZVUI/AAAAAAAABbI/DlSloDUXLwM/s1600/DSC_2787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESONuxFP6Fo/TyOod9eZVUI/AAAAAAAABbI/DlSloDUXLwM/s640/DSC_2787.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2875427832648283691?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2875427832648283691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2875427832648283691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2875427832648283691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2875427832648283691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-fast.html' title='Too Fast'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESONuxFP6Fo/TyOod9eZVUI/AAAAAAAABbI/DlSloDUXLwM/s72-c/DSC_2787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7849700690723584863</id><published>2012-01-24T22:43:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:43:50.868-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eczema Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My youngest 2 have eczema. &amp;nbsp;Sutton's has gotten progressively worse as she gets older. &amp;nbsp;It only appears in the winter when temps dip down close to 20 degrees and lower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;75% of the children born in Alaska have some sort of skin disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fE1nOYKcvB8/Tx-qJioythI/AAAAAAAABao/3GXrg2wykpg/s1600/DSC_2712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fE1nOYKcvB8/Tx-qJioythI/AAAAAAAABao/3GXrg2wykpg/s640/DSC_2712.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When she has a flare up, she is not allowed to go outside and play. &amp;nbsp;It makes it worse. &amp;nbsp;And right now, I am having trouble controlling the newest flare up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmt7KkNTOQ4/Tx-v7O6_AGI/AAAAAAAABaw/U9F5n4zSDAM/s1600/DSC_2723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmt7KkNTOQ4/Tx-v7O6_AGI/AAAAAAAABaw/U9F5n4zSDAM/s640/DSC_2723.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is sad really. &amp;nbsp;I want my kids to run and play outside. &amp;nbsp;We love to be outside so much. &amp;nbsp;But when her skins gets so raw and she wants to be cuddled, but it hurts so bad she does nothing but cry...I must keep her in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w3Qsd6ebOrc/Tx-wMfFin-I/AAAAAAAABa4/h9IQC_tCqV8/s1600/DSC_2728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w3Qsd6ebOrc/Tx-wMfFin-I/AAAAAAAABa4/h9IQC_tCqV8/s640/DSC_2728.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uh-oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got caught taking her picture...she isn't happy about that! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lils3n8XkNA/Tx-wfI-IFgI/AAAAAAAABbA/7GC6Ycqj-R8/s1600/DSC_2741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lils3n8XkNA/Tx-wfI-IFgI/AAAAAAAABbA/7GC6Ycqj-R8/s640/DSC_2741.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7849700690723584863?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7849700690723584863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7849700690723584863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7849700690723584863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7849700690723584863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/eczema-monster.html' title='Eczema Monster'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fE1nOYKcvB8/Tx-qJioythI/AAAAAAAABao/3GXrg2wykpg/s72-c/DSC_2712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3659468421250147629</id><published>2012-01-24T00:10:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:10:00.775-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to beg my kids to take pictures now. &amp;nbsp;It is so sad. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it was BEAUTIFUL...the kind of beautiful that makes me thankful the army moved us up here. &amp;nbsp;The kind of beautiful that makes me think this is what heaven is like. &amp;nbsp;I just had to be outside and I wanted my kids with me....only 2 came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alaska is unique in that the light is not always good and in the winter, it will change drastically in 5 minutes. &amp;nbsp;I want to learn how to take pictures in snow. &amp;nbsp;I also want to learn what to do in harsh light, because in the summer, we have mostly harsh light. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, instead of doing a lot of reading and getting completely lost in blog after blog about light and photography...I experiment. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully, Ella agreed to come with me when she found out we were going to the park...a park that is completely under snow....but she didn't have to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She likes to pose, and I have given up on getting her not too. &amp;nbsp;It is her personality, and I want to remember that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She stole my buff too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWQ2h6oPAxI/Tx5vK2BAnUI/AAAAAAAABaI/Q5pWuOR1fUY/s1600/DSC_2454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWQ2h6oPAxI/Tx5vK2BAnUI/AAAAAAAABaI/Q5pWuOR1fUY/s640/DSC_2454.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton Grace wasn't so sure about it all. &amp;nbsp;She stayed very close to me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You could barely see where you were walking because everything is white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRCF__NfHz4/Tx5vZHgYU8I/AAAAAAAABaQ/fvJK15P5IrM/s1600/DSC_2403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRCF__NfHz4/Tx5vZHgYU8I/AAAAAAAABaQ/fvJK15P5IrM/s640/DSC_2403.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was -7 outside. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Grandmom, don't get on to me for not having hats and gloves on my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted them to run around for a minute...let me snap a few shots with a lens I hardly use. &amp;nbsp;It needed exercise too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFRRPcegw0/Tx5vlZAeVII/AAAAAAAABaY/49Kcl0xcgas/s1600/DSC_2378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFRRPcegw0/Tx5vlZAeVII/AAAAAAAABaY/49Kcl0xcgas/s640/DSC_2378.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After 5 minutes, Sutton Grace squatted by the car...we were done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSgybMpG_7Q/Tx5vz4XKQ4I/AAAAAAAABag/0UbsI67r_F4/s1600/DSC_2472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSgybMpG_7Q/Tx5vz4XKQ4I/AAAAAAAABag/0UbsI67r_F4/s640/DSC_2472.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3659468421250147629?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3659468421250147629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3659468421250147629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3659468421250147629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3659468421250147629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-and-sunshine.html' title='Snow and Sunshine'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWQ2h6oPAxI/Tx5vK2BAnUI/AAAAAAAABaI/Q5pWuOR1fUY/s72-c/DSC_2454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2209141408806373847</id><published>2012-01-22T05:00:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T05:00:06.713-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutton Grace-The Child That Wasn't Suppose to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Disclaimer: I love all my children equally, but I love them differently. &amp;nbsp;They each have very special reasons why they are special to me. &amp;nbsp;This is Sutton's story.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I adore Sutton! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look at her and joy fills my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton wasn't suppose to be born...at least in my world. &amp;nbsp;Before she was conceived, I was pregnant with another child...a child I lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that painful loss, I planned for no more children. &amp;nbsp;I started giving away everything. &amp;nbsp;My heart couldn't take the chance of losing another child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No more kids for me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But God had a different plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XmK12I90-s/TxvJmAihPGI/AAAAAAAABZw/WRpN2RITeGk/s1600/DSC_2117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XmK12I90-s/TxvJmAihPGI/AAAAAAAABZw/WRpN2RITeGk/s640/DSC_2117.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He knew what I needed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was no bonding during pregnancy...I couldn't even look at the ultrasound pictures. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't going to get attached to that being inside of me. &amp;nbsp;I never fully made plans for after she was born. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was trying to protect my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4Y7Pr6_XWI/TxvJ0MHLDNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/xzdmac6gG0s/s1600/DSC_2127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4Y7Pr6_XWI/TxvJ0MHLDNI/AAAAAAAABZ4/xzdmac6gG0s/s640/DSC_2127.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then she was born...in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alive. &amp;nbsp;Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told her I was sorry for not caring about her while she was in my belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She has brought a peace to my heart...a joy...contentment. &amp;nbsp;After having her, I knew how wonderful and precious life is...I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; knew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I hug her, I am fully aware that if my plans had played out, she would not be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I have one child that is not...but that child is in a more perfect place...the arms of Jesus. &amp;nbsp;And one day I will meet that child. &amp;nbsp;I love my angel baby just as much as my others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look at her face and sometimes I think that she is 2 in one...that somehow her brother or sister passed on a little of their life to her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAu2F8rCSso/TxvKCCfZNoI/AAAAAAAABaA/VEE6jo7pGCg/s1600/DSC_2124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAu2F8rCSso/TxvKCCfZNoI/AAAAAAAABaA/VEE6jo7pGCg/s640/DSC_2124.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a spit fire! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fully of personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A button pusher (you thought I called her Sutton Button because it rhymed?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her way or the highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she loves deeply and gives the best hugs in the whole world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Sutton Grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2209141408806373847?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2209141408806373847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2209141408806373847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2209141408806373847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2209141408806373847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/sutton-grace-child-that-wasnt-suppose.html' title='Sutton Grace-The Child That Wasn&apos;t Suppose to Be'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XmK12I90-s/TxvJmAihPGI/AAAAAAAABZw/WRpN2RITeGk/s72-c/DSC_2117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4173132604845115979</id><published>2012-01-19T22:06:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:06:52.645-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Children Do Chores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of my guilty pleasures is 19 Kids and Counting. &amp;nbsp;It is also something I know my kids can watch and I don't have to worry about it...until the commercials come on. &amp;nbsp;But in the online community they seem to get a lot of flack for making their kids do chores. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When did making kids do work around the house become taboo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did chores. &amp;nbsp;A lot of them. &amp;nbsp;I am glad I did chores. &amp;nbsp;I became an adult who knew how to cook, wash dishes, take out the trash, and clean, fold and iron laundry. &amp;nbsp;It was my training to become the perfect housewife ;) &amp;nbsp;Kidding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I am perfect...right, babe??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brothers had their fair share of them too. &amp;nbsp;We came home every Friday from school, and we had to complete our chore list before we could do anything else. &amp;nbsp;If we did it wrong, we had to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember telling my mom she had kids just so she wouldn't have to clean the house. &amp;nbsp;Good idea, right? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My oldest 2 are at the perfect age to do chores. &amp;nbsp;And to tell you the truth, training them wasn't very easy. Some times, it is easier to do it myself. &amp;nbsp;And sometimes I do. &amp;nbsp;But when I don't take the time to teach them, I am not doing them any good. &amp;nbsp;Doing things around the house, helping when help is needed and daily chores will benefit them when they are older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, it helps me out too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, yes, my children do chores... age appropriate chores...it isn't organized, and they do not get paid for them. &amp;nbsp;It is all apart of being a family. &amp;nbsp;Eventually, we will give them an allowance (it is good to teach them to manage money).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Get this, I told Ella that I would pay her an allowance for all the hard work she does around the house and you know what she said? &amp;nbsp;She said she didn't want to be paid, because she loves helping me out because she loves me. &amp;nbsp;Melt my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ella dear, there it is...written down...I didn't not make this up...when you are a teenager and telling me how unfair life is and that you don't get enough allowance...here you go. &amp;nbsp;You love helping me out without pay because you love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Plp7paBdNo/TxkI4YlFg9I/AAAAAAAABZg/id7EA5XSKEU/s1600/DSC_1765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Plp7paBdNo/TxkI4YlFg9I/AAAAAAAABZg/id7EA5XSKEU/s640/DSC_1765.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And what is a little folding laundry without some Dirty Jobs? &amp;nbsp;We love Mike Rowe around here. &amp;nbsp;And I am thankful for the 'beeps'...and that my children haven't asked what the 'beeps' mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then there is Sutton Grace...I have my hands full with her. &amp;nbsp;The whole family has their hands full with her. &amp;nbsp;She is something...but I love her so much! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoMTt9wyZbk/TxkJJEuHt0I/AAAAAAAABZo/ktzNeQvRIlQ/s1600/DSC_1760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoMTt9wyZbk/TxkJJEuHt0I/AAAAAAAABZo/ktzNeQvRIlQ/s640/DSC_1760.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4173132604845115979?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4173132604845115979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4173132604845115979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4173132604845115979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4173132604845115979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-children-do-chores.html' title='My Children Do Chores'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Plp7paBdNo/TxkI4YlFg9I/AAAAAAAABZg/id7EA5XSKEU/s72-c/DSC_1765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3332776222935601861</id><published>2012-01-19T00:37:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:37:53.909-09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cold HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am sitting here at my desk wrapped in my fleece jacket (ok, that is always), but I have on my slippers and a huge thick blanket wrapped around my feet....and I am still cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has been super cold here in Alaska. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I live in Alaska, and most people think it is covered in snow year round. &amp;nbsp;It is not. &amp;nbsp;And the temps we have been having in the Anchorage area are not normal temps....usually in the low twenties or upper teens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know it is cold when the snow doesn't want to come out and play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is winter and of course winter is cold everywhere, right? &amp;nbsp;Wrong! &amp;nbsp;If it is 20 degrees or above, it is not cold. &amp;nbsp;Chilly...maybe...NOT cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I see someone from back home state that it is cold outside on&amp;nbsp;Facebook, I have to resist the urge to comment and say "No it is not!" &amp;nbsp;My brother says I am a cold snob. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I am. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now that I know what cold is, I will never exclaim I am cold if we are ever back in the south again. &amp;nbsp;If I do, someone please slap me upside the head...then let me know that it is cold when I can no longer breathe through my nose because my nose hairs are frozen...or when I rip skin off my hands pumping gas....that is when it is cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure I will have to be reminded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it is cold. &amp;nbsp;It has been hovering around -19 degrees here at the house. &amp;nbsp;It is sad when you go to the store and it is 7 degrees warmer and you notice the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tu-6Bwr6aWY/Txff1xrgcAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/0dNmIRUb1Mw/s1600/DSC_1828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tu-6Bwr6aWY/Txff1xrgcAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/0dNmIRUb1Mw/s640/DSC_1828.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But why am I covered so much inside my house? &amp;nbsp;The seal is broken around the window near my desk. &amp;nbsp;We never noticed it til the temps dropped. &amp;nbsp;If you are on the floor, you feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;JT tried to caulk around the window, but it didn't work...it was too cold. &amp;nbsp;So, I placed a towel down hoping to stop the breeze. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't work too well either....a call will be placed to housing tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghO33J4hkHc/TxfgMGOBa4I/AAAAAAAABZY/tA2A2gDHYaw/s1600/DSC_1837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ghO33J4hkHc/TxfgMGOBa4I/AAAAAAAABZY/tA2A2gDHYaw/s640/DSC_1837.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3332776222935601861?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3332776222935601861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3332776222935601861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3332776222935601861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3332776222935601861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-cold-here.html' title='It&apos;s Cold HERE'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tu-6Bwr6aWY/Txff1xrgcAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/0dNmIRUb1Mw/s72-c/DSC_1828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7724075602641097988</id><published>2012-01-18T12:00:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:00:04.924-09:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months and 1 Week-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my inch worm. &amp;nbsp;That is what she does. &amp;nbsp;Although in the last few days, she has coordinated her hands and knees better. &amp;nbsp;Crawling is just around the corner...she has mastered picking cheerios up with her fingers and getting them into her mouth. &amp;nbsp;Crawling and cheerios happen within a few days or weeks of each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She also scrunches up her nose like this all the time and then snorts like a pig....or Tank, our dog. &amp;nbsp;If you have been to our house, you know what I am talking about with Tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She really doesn't sound like him though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_CnUuvF9cs/TxaIn3KnoWI/AAAAAAAABZI/5vHQx0eMIGM/s1600/DSC_1968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_CnUuvF9cs/TxaIn3KnoWI/AAAAAAAABZI/5vHQx0eMIGM/s640/DSC_1968.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is cute. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still not sleeping, but I am over it. &amp;nbsp;She will sleep one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am happy she will be crawling soon. &amp;nbsp;I think I am the only parent that loves when their kid is on the move. &amp;nbsp;Everyone else seems to dread it, because they get into everything. &amp;nbsp;That is what I love...they get into everything. &amp;nbsp;Then the sweet squeals that come from them when you are chasing them. &amp;nbsp;Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are quickly approaching my favorite time in raising young children....too quickly, but I embrace it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7724075602641097988?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7724075602641097988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7724075602641097988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7724075602641097988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7724075602641097988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-months-and-1-week-ish.html' title='7 Months and 1 Week-ish'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_CnUuvF9cs/TxaIn3KnoWI/AAAAAAAABZI/5vHQx0eMIGM/s72-c/DSC_1968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2002501676721007766</id><published>2012-01-17T23:43:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:43:25.916-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls and JT love to tie flies. &amp;nbsp;Since he has been off work recouping from surgery, they have tied a few. &amp;nbsp;He has also rigged up the ice fishing poles so they can practice casting in the house. &amp;nbsp;Yes...fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ella loves anything to do with fishing, but Olivia not so much. &amp;nbsp;But JT includes her in everything hoping someday she will love it just as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tl3q9AITXk4/TxaBkbJZriI/AAAAAAAABYQ/2v_qNzW-WF0/s1600/DSC_1940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tl3q9AITXk4/TxaBkbJZriI/AAAAAAAABYQ/2v_qNzW-WF0/s640/DSC_1940.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYhlDKeSPR0/TxaB26hm5-I/AAAAAAAABYY/f1wnaapC52Y/s1600/DSC_1946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYhlDKeSPR0/TxaB26hm5-I/AAAAAAAABYY/f1wnaapC52Y/s640/DSC_1946.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_O7wm153O8/TxaCJ9vqDgI/AAAAAAAABYg/VUGZeTISfL4/s1600/DSC_1955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_O7wm153O8/TxaCJ9vqDgI/AAAAAAAABYg/VUGZeTISfL4/s640/DSC_1955.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They made their own flies today...big ones. &amp;nbsp;He took the sharp part off the hook and then attached it to the fishing line. &amp;nbsp;So instead of a heavy rubber worm, they had a pretty fly to practice with. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ieuu8lnaWJ8/TxaCQmRWSgI/AAAAAAAABYo/YAIxyFm2-QQ/s1600/DSC_1977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ieuu8lnaWJ8/TxaCQmRWSgI/AAAAAAAABYo/YAIxyFm2-QQ/s640/DSC_1977.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP-mjo3dCgc/TxaCXz62PPI/AAAAAAAABYw/POl4hM-_fEg/s1600/DSC_1998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZP-mjo3dCgc/TxaCXz62PPI/AAAAAAAABYw/POl4hM-_fEg/s640/DSC_1998.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even Sutton gets to play with it. &amp;nbsp;I usually take the fishing pole away after she gets a hold of it...it turns into an object that pokes things...and people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Sjo7eGXYsI/TxaCgcogNEI/AAAAAAAABY4/5aZUS-O_4vQ/s1600/DSC_2018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Sjo7eGXYsI/TxaCgcogNEI/AAAAAAAABY4/5aZUS-O_4vQ/s640/DSC_2018.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, what can you catch with a really large fly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A super cute baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8HKoXb7DxM/TxaCm6kxTaI/AAAAAAAABZA/XJzPO_1Ph-Q/s1600/DSC_2040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8HKoXb7DxM/TxaCm6kxTaI/AAAAAAAABZA/XJzPO_1Ph-Q/s640/DSC_2040.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2002501676721007766?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2002501676721007766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2002501676721007766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2002501676721007766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2002501676721007766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/pretty-fly.html' title='Pretty Fly'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tl3q9AITXk4/TxaBkbJZriI/AAAAAAAABYQ/2v_qNzW-WF0/s72-c/DSC_1940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-5994628331523918080</id><published>2012-01-16T23:20:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:20:18.069-09:00</updated><title type='text'>They Don't See Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy MLK Day! &amp;nbsp;Well, yesterday...for most of you it is already tomorrow (Tuesday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been thinking about this day for awhile. &amp;nbsp;Most people don't give much thought to MLK day, there are memorials in most every city to honor such a great man in civil rights. &amp;nbsp;But to a lot of people, it is just a day off work...school...whatever. &amp;nbsp;To tell you the truth, I never gave much thought to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't grow up during the civil rights movement, so I can't really identify with the struggles of that day. But I did grow up in the south...Mississippi and the Memphis area. &amp;nbsp;I saw a lot of hatred towards blacks, while they may have the same rights as whites, they certainly were not treated the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In Memphis, there is still a lot of race tensions on both sides. &amp;nbsp;It is sad really. &amp;nbsp;There should be no reason for it. &amp;nbsp;We were all created equal and in the image of God. &amp;nbsp;We should love one another regardless of color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is how I hope to raise my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I knew this year Ella would ask about Martin Luther King Jr., and I wanted to be ready with an answer. &amp;nbsp;Why so worried about it? &amp;nbsp;Well, my children do not see color and I want to keep it that way. &amp;nbsp;Yes, they obviously can tell that someone is darker than they are. &amp;nbsp;But the kids don't describe them as black/white. &amp;nbsp;They don't know color the way we adults know color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVEtOy33xRQ/TxUrBYt2mCI/AAAAAAAABYA/O3huEimn5Mk/s1600/DSC_0413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVEtOy33xRQ/TxUrBYt2mCI/AAAAAAAABYA/O3huEimn5Mk/s640/DSC_0413.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, when she did ask, I told her he was a great man that fought to make sure that everyone was treated equally and loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, in time, I will tell them about the details of the civil rights. &amp;nbsp;But for now, I am enjoying the fact that they aren't corrupted by the world....they still have an innocence about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ella and Olivia both think it would be really neat if I had a baby with "really dark skin". &amp;nbsp;(I had to explain why that couldn't happen...then I prayed we would get into the "birds and the bees" talk...I am not ready for that one. )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They don't see color, and I pray they never do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT52-iWc0b0/TxUrUTUU2ZI/AAAAAAAABYI/Er_jNHOOze8/s1600/DSC_1636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT52-iWc0b0/TxUrUTUU2ZI/AAAAAAAABYI/Er_jNHOOze8/s640/DSC_1636.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-5994628331523918080?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/5994628331523918080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=5994628331523918080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5994628331523918080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5994628331523918080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/they-dont-see-color.html' title='They Don&apos;t See Color'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVEtOy33xRQ/TxUrBYt2mCI/AAAAAAAABYA/O3huEimn5Mk/s72-c/DSC_0413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-536019866072221588</id><published>2012-01-13T00:12:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:12:11.531-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow.  I Love It.  I Hate It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with the snow. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it because I have to shovel it, but then I love it, because I get a good workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it because you just can't go outside without putting on layers of clothes, but I love it because you have all sorts of cute winter gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it because everything is white, and I love it because everything it white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZ1IwIiK9Zo/Tw_zNy9qicI/AAAAAAAABX4/-zeuRhyhrv8/s1600/DSC_0786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZ1IwIiK9Zo/Tw_zNy9qicI/AAAAAAAABX4/-zeuRhyhrv8/s640/DSC_0786.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have gotten a lot of snow this year. &amp;nbsp;So far, we have 25 inches over what we normally have at this time. &amp;nbsp;If we stay on track with the snow fall, we will blow past the record from back in the 1950's of 130 something inches. &amp;nbsp;If we stay on track, we will have 190+ inches. &amp;nbsp;All of my info was gotten from the weather man tonight...I am not that smart to come up with those numbers on my own. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is hoping for an early break-up (when the snow melts), and then all things will be green and tons of light!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-536019866072221588?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/536019866072221588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=536019866072221588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/536019866072221588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/536019866072221588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-i-love-it-i-hate-it.html' title='Snow.  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scheduled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Secondly, these are straight out of my camera. &amp;nbsp;My settings are all wrong on the camera (at least the way I like it). &amp;nbsp;But I saw this moment happening and I wanted to capture it...no time to play with the settings. &amp;nbsp;The light during the winter changes so quickly, so I can't keep my settings on one. &amp;nbsp;And there are too many pictures to post, and I didn't feel like fixing them (lightening them up a bit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Third, keep in mind that she can't get into a sitting position on her own or crawl...she can "inch worm" real good though. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters went up stairs to get ready for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efyPDRMj9i8/TwZTNNfyKyI/AAAAAAAABWY/QRhHW6Mr_bE/s1600/DSC_1777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efyPDRMj9i8/TwZTNNfyKyI/AAAAAAAABWY/QRhHW6Mr_bE/s640/DSC_1777.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She wanted to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajLaWDjEMgk/TwZTcd_JM7I/AAAAAAAABWg/ksAr9Wrzn10/s1600/DSC_1780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajLaWDjEMgk/TwZTcd_JM7I/AAAAAAAABWg/ksAr9Wrzn10/s640/DSC_1780.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Biggest sister came to teach her how to do it. &amp;nbsp;Ella is so good when we have babies in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCQZeg_caFU/TwZTqsrh0-I/AAAAAAAABWo/zresa_RQw88/s1600/DSC_1784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCQZeg_caFU/TwZTqsrh0-I/AAAAAAAABWo/zresa_RQw88/s640/DSC_1784.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time to do it on her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhOWhSmQPg8/TwZT5z4_FLI/AAAAAAAABWw/uAJ6PnvrUIs/s1600/DSC_1786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhOWhSmQPg8/TwZT5z4_FLI/AAAAAAAABWw/uAJ6PnvrUIs/s640/DSC_1786.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I can do this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwGLXMZn3Zw/TwZUI_hwl9I/AAAAAAAABW4/NTgvQSPI1Sc/s1600/DSC_1788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwGLXMZn3Zw/TwZUI_hwl9I/AAAAAAAABW4/NTgvQSPI1Sc/s640/DSC_1788.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oops!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqPlPZQq2-w/TwZUfAkmdNI/AAAAAAAABXA/lK9JY8hZMrY/s1600/DSC_1789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqPlPZQq2-w/TwZUfAkmdNI/AAAAAAAABXA/lK9JY8hZMrY/s640/DSC_1789.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Let's try this again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2PfQ0SgoJo/TwZUt9WYauI/AAAAAAAABXI/RqvBjoXKKjg/s1600/DSC_1792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2PfQ0SgoJo/TwZUt9WYauI/AAAAAAAABXI/RqvBjoXKKjg/s640/DSC_1792.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I got it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UqXtzhztUQ/TwZU8upZk4I/AAAAAAAABXQ/8EQV3KeJSlI/s1600/DSC_1794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UqXtzhztUQ/TwZU8upZk4I/AAAAAAAABXQ/8EQV3KeJSlI/s640/DSC_1794.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Well, shoot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5wx4xNJBt0/TwZVKY-YLSI/AAAAAAAABXY/_HUxeLLD1KI/s1600/DSC_1796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5wx4xNJBt0/TwZVKY-YLSI/AAAAAAAABXY/_HUxeLLD1KI/s640/DSC_1796.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I DID IT!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VYvD2PLRqw/TwZVYRm4lhI/AAAAAAAABXg/duRMu-391E4/s1600/DSC_1801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VYvD2PLRqw/TwZVYRm4lhI/AAAAAAAABXg/duRMu-391E4/s640/DSC_1801.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Really? &amp;nbsp;Again? &amp;nbsp;I need more balance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68I38r54lho/TwZVmnLzvcI/AAAAAAAABXo/z3FduDl2scc/s1600/DSC_1804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68I38r54lho/TwZVmnLzvcI/AAAAAAAABXo/z3FduDl2scc/s640/DSC_1804.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Aaannd one more time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzwOMeFJClM/TwZV0vBB0QI/AAAAAAAABXw/Y9Kkuc-QI_4/s1600/DSC_1805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzwOMeFJClM/TwZV0vBB0QI/AAAAAAAABXw/Y9Kkuc-QI_4/s640/DSC_1805.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then mommy rescues her from a bump on her head she would probably get if she keeps trying. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is fun to watch babies grow and do things on their own. &amp;nbsp;This probably shows she is persistent...or stubborn...I choose to think persistent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a happy weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-5007028772971514271?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/5007028772971514271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=5007028772971514271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5007028772971514271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>2011- Reflections On a Hard Year</title><content type='html'>This past year has been very trying on my family. &amp;nbsp;We have had to learn how to do things differently, communicate differently,&amp;nbsp;how to compromise and say 'no' when we need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may recall, my husband came back from Afghanistan early due to extreme pain in his abdomen. &amp;nbsp;They were unable to diagnose the pain right way, so he went through 6 months of test after test. &amp;nbsp;Finally, an ultrasound revealed a hidden hernia. &amp;nbsp;He had that removed days before Campbell was born. &amp;nbsp;We thought those pain filled days were over. &amp;nbsp;We thought he was on the mend. &amp;nbsp;But shortly after, he knew something wasn't right. &amp;nbsp;Another hernia? &amp;nbsp;Did he tare it again? &amp;nbsp;Well, after more doctor visits and more test, it seems as though the pain he was having (now much worse than the hernia pain) was due to scar tissue. &amp;nbsp;Every day the pain seemed to get worse. &amp;nbsp;They sent him to pain management to try and "break up" the scar tissue. &amp;nbsp;That made it worse. &amp;nbsp;Eventually, he was sent back to the surgeon...a new surgeon, because his old one is currently deployed. &amp;nbsp;He did another CT scan. &amp;nbsp;And the CT scan has revealed that the scar tissue has grown around 3 nerves...the source of this pain. &amp;nbsp;The surgeon gave JT an option of living with the pain or doing surgery. &amp;nbsp;He told him that this was major surgery and there is a possibility that it will not work. &amp;nbsp;We eventually decided to do the surgery. &amp;nbsp;The pain that he lives in everyday is bad, and we need to take that chance of the surgery working. &amp;nbsp;After a second meeting with the doctor, he was more upbeat about the outcome of the surgery. &amp;nbsp;JT will have the scar tissue removed as well as 3 nerves. &amp;nbsp;If all goes according to plan, he will be pain free.&lt;br /&gt;We are cautiously optimistic....but we serve a great God and whatever the outcome, we are in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked about this much on here, because I didn't really know how to word it. &amp;nbsp;I don't want people to feel sorry for us or for it to come across as me complaining, because honestly, he could have come home from war under very different circumstances. &amp;nbsp;He didn't, and I am so greatly for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a learning experience for us. &amp;nbsp;We can't just go out and do things other families can. &amp;nbsp;I wish so bad, we could take the girls sledding, but with his pain (and 4 kids) we can't. &amp;nbsp;Going out for the day shopping or simple everyday task can be very painful. &amp;nbsp;I can't leave all 4 kids with him, it is too much. And that is ok. &amp;nbsp;We have learned to live with it. &amp;nbsp;I admire him for doing the things that he does do with the pain he does have. &amp;nbsp;Even though it hurts to sit on the floor, he will sit and play a game of UNO with the girls, or he will change a poopy diaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has challenged us as a couple. &lt;br /&gt;First, I want to say that before this happened, God was preparing my heart to be my husband's helpmate....to serve him more....to make life a little easier on him when he is home. &amp;nbsp;Those 2 things stuck out the most to me. &amp;nbsp;And for good reason. &amp;nbsp;I didn't realize at the time that I would be putting those things to practice. &amp;nbsp;I was not always perfect in doing those things for my husband. &amp;nbsp;Some days it was very hard and I wanted to be selfish and be mad that he couldn't do anything. &amp;nbsp;But God would quickly convict my heart. &amp;nbsp;I love my husband dearly and to serve him and to make life easier on him brings great joy to my heart and it glorifies God.&lt;br /&gt;This time has also taught us to communicate better. &amp;nbsp;We have always been good communicators with one another. &amp;nbsp;But most of the time things are good, and we aren't in a trying circumstance...except this year. &amp;nbsp;I have learned when to let him know that I am overwhelmed, and he has learned to tell me when he needs a break...to relax...to de-stress. We have learned all this through trail and error. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As difficult as this year has been, I don't know that I would trade it. ( JT may tell you differently...he is the one in pain.) &amp;nbsp;It has brought us together as a family. &amp;nbsp;It has matured us as a couple. &amp;nbsp;We are now more understanding of each other. &amp;nbsp;I have been able to teach the girls to think about how the way others may feel and not just about themselves...hands on learning here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year, we may have hurt feelings for not doing something or going somewhere. &amp;nbsp;But it is hard to explain pain to people. &amp;nbsp;There are certain things you can push through and some things you can't....you just need to say 'no'. &amp;nbsp;This was suppose to be a simple hernia surgery, but it turned into much more.&lt;br /&gt;I know we have been judged by people. &amp;nbsp;How do I know? &amp;nbsp;I talked with my neighbor, who thought I had a mean husband, because I was always the one shoveling snow. &amp;nbsp;This made me giggle to myself. &amp;nbsp;He is not mean at all. &amp;nbsp;Once I explained that he couldn't, she felt bad for thinking that. &amp;nbsp;In his defense, he has tried to help me shovel, and I sent him inside. &amp;nbsp;He has always taken care of me and for him to have to step aside and let me take on the "manly" jobs has been hard on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask for prayer, because JT goes in for surgery tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;We don't know how long it will be, because the doctor is unsure of what all he will find. &amp;nbsp;We are very grateful to JT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT that this surgery is successful, and his pain goes away. &amp;nbsp;I have seen prayer work in AMAZING ways, I know it works that is why I am asking for it. &amp;nbsp;I will update soon. &amp;nbsp;It will be a few days. &amp;nbsp;During that time, I still ask you pray for him...and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave with a quote a friend posted on facebook...it has a different meaning for her, but I thought it rather appropriate for our circumstances right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To be certain of God means to be uncertain in all our ways, not knowing what tomorrow will bring. This is generally expressed with a sigh of sadness, but it should be an expression of breathless expectation." - Oswald Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3443957397198370040?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3443957397198370040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3443957397198370040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3443957397198370040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3443957397198370040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-reflections-on-hard-year.html' title='2011- Reflections On a Hard Year'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7935121395388455730</id><published>2012-01-02T00:29:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:29:52.876-09:00</updated><title type='text'>No Gagging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! &amp;nbsp;Ours was wonderful...relaxing. &amp;nbsp;I loved this Christmas and New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you are friends with me on Facebook, you may recall a post asking a question about babies gagging when they eat baby food. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I fed Campbell, she would gag to the point of throwing up. &amp;nbsp;This is not my first child to introduce to foods (obviously), it was weird to me. &amp;nbsp;I did everything right. &amp;nbsp;I put a tiny bit on her spoon and put it to her lips to let her bring in the food. &amp;nbsp;As soon as it hit the back of her throat...gag...gag...gag...throw up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did my research and came to the conclusion, she just wasn't ready to eat solids yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, whenever I ate, I would put a bit of food on my finger and introduce it to her. &amp;nbsp;We were able to do that with some success. &amp;nbsp;I try the spoon again...gag...throw up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are, almost 7 months and tonight, she ate several bites without throwing up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YAY!! &amp;nbsp;On to bigger and better meals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing too, because she gets very upset when we are eating "real" food and she is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTj89sbm050/TwF2G4NqRVI/AAAAAAAABUg/tZaJSY_OrJY/s1600/Picnik+collage+Campbell+spoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="588" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTj89sbm050/TwF2G4NqRVI/AAAAAAAABUg/tZaJSY_OrJY/s640/Picnik+collage+Campbell+spoon.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On a side note...that high chair was a cheap $30 chair we picked up when Ella was a baby. &amp;nbsp;It has helped feed 4 children. &amp;nbsp;It will remain in my kitchen for another year or so and then given away or tossed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So much of my baby equipment and clothes are getting their final usage...it is bitter sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Campbell and I look alike don't you think?? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo credit to Ella.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5-BWcVL-Ko/TwF2IKSqcYI/AAAAAAAABUo/ap_XooT-M3M/s1600/Picnik+collage+silly+face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5-BWcVL-Ko/TwF2IKSqcYI/AAAAAAAABUo/ap_XooT-M3M/s640/Picnik+collage+silly+face.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7935121395388455730?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7935121395388455730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7935121395388455730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7935121395388455730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7935121395388455730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-gagging.html' title='No Gagging'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTj89sbm050/TwF2G4NqRVI/AAAAAAAABUg/tZaJSY_OrJY/s72-c/Picnik+collage+Campbell+spoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-858311123015913869</id><published>2011-12-23T01:30:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:30:40.994-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in a Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So...I just happen to have my camera with me on out little outing today, and I thought I would share with some of you (southerners) what it is like to drive in the winter up here. &amp;nbsp;Don't worry, I wasn't driving, JT was. &amp;nbsp;We have different driving styles, but in the winter weather like this, we are both extra cautious and take our time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4lQX9TaJF0/TvRGlQYDCGI/AAAAAAAABS8/XHCwqrJv_YI/s1600/DSC_0922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4lQX9TaJF0/TvRGlQYDCGI/AAAAAAAABS8/XHCwqrJv_YI/s640/DSC_0922.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, it was snowing. &amp;nbsp;Normally, we don't get out in the snow. &amp;nbsp;Because snow makes people drive crazy...the same way rain in the south brings out the crazy's in people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was very hard to see. &amp;nbsp;You can actually see better in the pictures than you could in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost never switch lanes when it is this bad, simply because I don't want to hit a patch of ice...but if I do...I am extra careful. &amp;nbsp;For the most part the Glen Hwy is good to drive...meaning it stays pretty clear because it is well traveled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dh_-vP-78Vw/TvRG2YQn4lI/AAAAAAAABTE/UFMawGagYM0/s1600/DSC_0927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dh_-vP-78Vw/TvRG2YQn4lI/AAAAAAAABTE/UFMawGagYM0/s640/DSC_0927.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This winter has been crazy! &amp;nbsp;It has heated up and melted things which in turn have turned to ice. &amp;nbsp;Under the snow is a layer of ice. &amp;nbsp;I almost took a tumble with Campbell in the parking lot. &amp;nbsp;I stepped in a rock of ice that was buried under all the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see the off ramp? &amp;nbsp;It is there, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ml2-fRqwBRI/TvRHZQdmIlI/AAAAAAAABTU/X6m2mbnb-Do/s1600/DSC_0932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ml2-fRqwBRI/TvRHZQdmIlI/AAAAAAAABTU/X6m2mbnb-Do/s640/DSC_0932.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was bad here. &amp;nbsp;The struggle is turning slightly, slowing down, and ice. &amp;nbsp;It was rough on the off ramp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1CjV4wQogc/TvRHqp1-MiI/AAAAAAAABTc/8W4Fbfpxo2U/s1600/DSC_0935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1CjV4wQogc/TvRHqp1-MiI/AAAAAAAABTc/8W4Fbfpxo2U/s640/DSC_0935.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ7Ed7WLfXg/TvRH8LopUPI/AAAAAAAABTk/bv6iOcJH9DQ/s1600/DSC_0938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ7Ed7WLfXg/TvRH8LopUPI/AAAAAAAABTk/bv6iOcJH9DQ/s640/DSC_0938.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a neighborhood. &amp;nbsp;While the main &amp;nbsp;hwy is clear most of the time, the side roads are mostly snow. &amp;nbsp;There is usually a thin layer for all of winter. &amp;nbsp;Just stop sooner than you would before snow and most of the time....most of the time...you will not slide through the stop sign. &amp;nbsp;Also, don't step on the gas too hard when coming out of a stop...can we say fishtail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzvfyTYy5rQ/TvRIM9_cynI/AAAAAAAABTs/QlBAFvc26II/s1600/DSC_0942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzvfyTYy5rQ/TvRIM9_cynI/AAAAAAAABTs/QlBAFvc26II/s640/DSC_0942.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the brown stuff? &amp;nbsp;It is sand. &amp;nbsp;Road crews sand the intersections to provide extra traction and it helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tiZH8Nou1l0/TvRIdlF2AwI/AAAAAAAABT0/GMZgnG4BiTM/s1600/DSC_0945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tiZH8Nou1l0/TvRIdlF2AwI/AAAAAAAABT0/GMZgnG4BiTM/s640/DSC_0945.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best is traveling behind a snow plow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk4M07bkwrg/TvRIvEjXHlI/AAAAAAAABT8/yUdsP2kfYBY/s1600/DSC_0955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk4M07bkwrg/TvRIvEjXHlI/AAAAAAAABT8/yUdsP2kfYBY/s640/DSC_0955.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But be careful...they have the right away, and they may not always see you. &amp;nbsp;And they move fast. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those people get paid well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I didn't have kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I use to ride in the cotton picker with my dad...it is the same, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPg6ygFnmWk/TvRJBZLcr3I/AAAAAAAABUE/ChATFALc4eo/s1600/DSC_0957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPg6ygFnmWk/TvRJBZLcr3I/AAAAAAAABUE/ChATFALc4eo/s640/DSC_0957.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After awhile of driving in the snow, ice forms to your windshield wipers, and then it smears on your windshield. &amp;nbsp;I have special winter wipers, but it still happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPTjuAbVvFQ/TvRJUE4CrEI/AAAAAAAABUM/L_GmkvBeFXU/s1600/DSC_0959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPTjuAbVvFQ/TvRJUE4CrEI/AAAAAAAABUM/L_GmkvBeFXU/s640/DSC_0959.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have learned a lot driving up here in the winter. &amp;nbsp;I won't ever freak out because of snow and ice anymore in the south. &amp;nbsp;While in Alaska we are better prepared for this weather, there are days that it is really bad and you are driving on a sheet of ice. &amp;nbsp;And some days you have to get out in the mess and road crews haven't made it easier for you yet because they are backed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on taking my camera out with me more, so you all can get more of an idea of what it is like up here. &amp;nbsp;And just so you know...we have a guest room if you want to see for yourself (this applies to those I personally know).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a sneak peak for all our parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your Christmas presents are in the mail and it will be late. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was waiting for a sunny day, and we haven't had many. &amp;nbsp;Ironically, this was the shortest day of the year. (Yay, for gaining sunlight!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom or Grandmama, do you recognize what Olivia is wearing????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I think she looks like an Indian Princess in this picture. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZxx6uBXs7w/TvRO5ItUBwI/AAAAAAAABUU/UMdt9NFYChA/s1600/DSC_0535_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZxx6uBXs7w/TvRO5ItUBwI/AAAAAAAABUU/UMdt9NFYChA/s640/DSC_0535_edited-1.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am taking the weekend off to spend Christmas with my family...relaxing and enjoying them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-858311123015913869?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/858311123015913869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=858311123015913869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/858311123015913869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/858311123015913869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/driving-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Driving in a Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4lQX9TaJF0/TvRGlQYDCGI/AAAAAAAABS8/XHCwqrJv_YI/s72-c/DSC_0922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-898243012121503728</id><published>2011-12-21T08:00:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T08:00:04.003-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cleaning and Scrubbing Will Wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mother, Oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;empty the dust pan, poison the moth,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hang out the washing and butter the bread,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sew on a button and make up a bed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is up in the nursery blissfully rocking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1iVO3cFazE/TvGien3fG4I/AAAAAAAABSo/9_5HMrYZSVw/s1600/DSC_0339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1iVO3cFazE/TvGien3fG4I/AAAAAAAABSo/9_5HMrYZSVw/s640/DSC_0339.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dishing are waiting and bills are past due&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(pat-a-cake, darling, peek, peek-a-boo).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and out in the yard is a hullabaloo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNtuQdSPc0I/TvGjDBMnJ5I/AAAAAAAABSw/VOViWy9G9xk/s1600/DSC_0303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNtuQdSPc0I/TvGjDBMnJ5I/AAAAAAAABSw/VOViWy9G9xk/s640/DSC_0303.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cleaning and scrubbing will wait til tomorrow,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for children grow up, I've learned to my sorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ruth Hulburt Hamilton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Sutton was born, I have realized that my babies are growing fast, and I need to cherish every moment. &amp;nbsp;One day they will leave our little nest, and I want to make sure I made the most of these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I constantly have to remind myself that the cleaning can wait, but a child won't always ask you to read them a book and snuggle next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...if you come to my house and you see dishes in the sink and laundry unfolded on the bed and toys on the floor...just know that the kids and I had a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-898243012121503728?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/898243012121503728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=898243012121503728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/898243012121503728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/898243012121503728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/cleaning-and-scrubbing-will-wait.html' title='The Cleaning and Scrubbing Will Wait...'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1iVO3cFazE/TvGien3fG4I/AAAAAAAABSo/9_5HMrYZSVw/s72-c/DSC_0339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2541807915591066934</id><published>2011-12-20T21:49:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:49:11.437-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Owls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like there is another night owl in the family! &amp;nbsp;Campbell likes to go to bed late and sleep late (with a few nursing sessions in between), just like her momma (minus the nursing sessions...I can do without).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I could totally be cleaning the kitchen right now and let her roll around in the floor, but what is the fun in that? &amp;nbsp;So...little lady and I hung out playing with Photo Booth on the Mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kiss. Kiss. &amp;nbsp;She sees herself on the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzLyuqwoV-A/TvF-QyeJx9I/AAAAAAAABSI/6n8P9q5ZIHM/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-20+at+21.30+%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzLyuqwoV-A/TvF-QyeJx9I/AAAAAAAABSI/6n8P9q5ZIHM/s640/Photo+on+2011-12-20+at+21.30+%25235.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is that cute Campbell Wambell smile I love so much. &amp;nbsp;We really need to come up with a better nickname for her! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton Grace calls her "Tone"...not sure where that came from, but if you hear Sutton say "Tone", she is talking about Campbell. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure the name "Tone" will be so cute when she is a teenager. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ella likes "Cam Cam", but it hasn't stuck yet. &amp;nbsp;We shall see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xub0QQQ4PjY/TvF-O2yNE3I/AAAAAAAABSA/oppuzZcRTJU/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-20+at+21.30+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xub0QQQ4PjY/TvF-O2yNE3I/AAAAAAAABSA/oppuzZcRTJU/s640/Photo+on+2011-12-20+at+21.30+%25234.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She was so sweet to share her thumb with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwfhSQThu60/TvF-SoKgInI/AAAAAAAABSQ/v2apiNd-YIE/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-20+at+21.31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwfhSQThu60/TvF-SoKgInI/AAAAAAAABSQ/v2apiNd-YIE/s640/Photo+on+2011-12-20+at+21.31.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since I got her thumb, she got my glasses...fair trade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2541807915591066934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2541807915591066934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-owls.html' title='Night Owls'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzLyuqwoV-A/TvF-QyeJx9I/AAAAAAAABSI/6n8P9q5ZIHM/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-12-20+at+21.30+%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6626832539811214935</id><published>2011-12-20T01:18:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:18:35.137-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Favorite Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some pictures got "stuck" on my second memory card in my camera and since they did, I never loaded them onto the computer. &amp;nbsp;I apparently was too lazy to switch the cards around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But when I loaded pictures onto the new computer, my computer was smart enough to pull the photos off both memory cards. &amp;nbsp;Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were about 50 photos (all from our trip back home), but this is the one I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buKYtucUqmU/TvBfknZu1eI/AAAAAAAABRw/q8qTNnCbAz4/s1600/DSC_6324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buKYtucUqmU/TvBfknZu1eI/AAAAAAAABRw/q8qTNnCbAz4/s640/DSC_6324.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is probably one of my all time favorite pictures I have ever taken. &amp;nbsp;It isn't tack sharp, but I don't think it needs to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandmother was adjusting the way she was holding Campbell, and this is the sweet shot I got from it. &amp;nbsp;I do believe that these two will always have a special bond. &amp;nbsp;Campbell seemed to love my Grandmother very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6626832539811214935?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6626832539811214935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6626832539811214935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6626832539811214935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6626832539811214935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-photo.html' title='A Favorite Photo'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buKYtucUqmU/TvBfknZu1eI/AAAAAAAABRw/q8qTNnCbAz4/s72-c/DSC_6324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-621197604633941449</id><published>2011-12-15T09:51:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:58:51.780-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Half Serious (Not Really) Political Post</title><content type='html'>I was thinking last night while watching the news, after everyone was in the bed, and I sat by myself feeding the baby. &amp;nbsp;I don't get much time to think, so when I do....well...my mind wanders and sometimes to very weird places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an election coming up and everyone knows this, unless you have been living under a rock. &amp;nbsp;Obviously, the democrats have their candidate, the President. &amp;nbsp;That leaves the Republicans searching for some one to run against him. &amp;nbsp;Most of those who are in the running have been made into clowns by the media...some of them don't need really the media's help, they are just clowns on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, I feel like I need to pause from my point to say that I do not claim a political party....this bothers some, I know. &amp;nbsp;But I feel that most people in politics are not out for the good of the whole, but only the good of themselves and special interest. &amp;nbsp;This makes it really hard come election time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama has star power. &amp;nbsp;Whether you like him or not, he does. &amp;nbsp;I do think that is largely the reason he was elected. &amp;nbsp;He had something about him that people liked. &amp;nbsp;Don't all stars? &amp;nbsp;If he wasn't president, I am sure he would be famous for some other reason. &lt;br /&gt;For the republicans to have any chance of beating him in the upcoming election, there needs to be someone of equal star power, if not more. &amp;nbsp;Americans love famous people.&lt;br /&gt;I racked my brain trying to come up with a famous Republican that was liked by most people no matter what your party. &amp;nbsp;It was hard, because I believe Hollywood is largely Democrat. &amp;nbsp;But I did come up with one person...my vote for the Republican party candidate is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuck Norris!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Climbing Mt. Everest is a daily walk for Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris once made a robot for his science class, we know the robot as the Terminator.&lt;br /&gt;- Chuck Norris won't rock your world, he will round house kick into next week.&lt;br /&gt;-Aliens haven't visited earth because they are afraid of Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;-Charlie Sheen is winning...Chuck Norris already won.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris can talk about fight club.&lt;br /&gt;- Sharks have a week dedicated to Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris leaves teeth for the tooth fairy under his pillow, just not his own.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris made Journey stop believing.&lt;br /&gt;-Humpty Dumpty didn't have a great fall, he was round house kicked by Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;-For Chuck Norris every street is 'one way'- HIS WAY.&lt;br /&gt;-A Rublik's Cube solved itself for Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;-If you add Chuck Norris to your friends list, all your other friends disappear...you don't need them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris can do push-ups in a sit-up position.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris' lunch was stolen during a camping trip- no one has seen Big Foot since.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris doesn't call the wrong number, you answer the wrong phone.&lt;br /&gt;-Ghost sit around camp fires telling Chuck Norris jokes.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris is awake 25 hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;-There use to be a street named Chuck Norris, but the names was changed, because no one crosses Chuck Norris and lives.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris can cut through a hot knife with butter.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris counted to infinity-twice.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Norris doesn't need Twitter, he is already following you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly...some people wear superman pajamas, well, President Barack Obama wears Chuck Norris pajamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Disclaimer* If you can't read this with a sense of humor, I am sorry. &amp;nbsp;I know some people don't have much a of a sense of humor when it comes to politics. &amp;nbsp;Also, you can find a infinite amount of Chuck Norris "facts" on the Internet, which by the way...the World Wide Web is Chuck Norris' beard!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a post without a picture of by babies...here is an oldie from our trip back home to Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;We are in full on Terrible Twos in the Turner household! &amp;nbsp;It is her way or the highway...maybe she is Chuck Norris' baby??? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKg_8MK-g_M/Tuo_3oOU00I/AAAAAAAABRo/3n65IhWJmO4/s1600/DSC_6048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKg_8MK-g_M/Tuo_3oOU00I/AAAAAAAABRo/3n65IhWJmO4/s640/DSC_6048.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-621197604633941449?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/621197604633941449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=621197604633941449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/621197604633941449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/621197604633941449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-half-serious-not-really-political.html' title='My Half Serious (Not Really) Political Post'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKg_8MK-g_M/Tuo_3oOU00I/AAAAAAAABRo/3n65IhWJmO4/s72-c/DSC_6048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2160829500584012820</id><published>2011-12-14T08:00:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:00:04.281-09:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make Your Toy Puppy a Real Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am washing dishes, and Olivia ask for the scissor to cut the tag off her toy dog. &amp;nbsp;This is a frequent occurrence in the house...to cut tags off their toy animals. &amp;nbsp;Usually I do it, but I let her do it this time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I heard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvVNClv1RCM/TufbUrbXoQI/AAAAAAAABRY/neAR8pcLsXU/s1600/DSC_0164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvVNClv1RCM/TufbUrbXoQI/AAAAAAAABRY/neAR8pcLsXU/s640/DSC_0164.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"There, now he is a REAL dog!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, that is how it happens!? &amp;nbsp;Huh? &amp;nbsp;You learn something new everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will say that since this dog has become real, it has barked a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ONrYeUhfg/TufbiZTUwQI/AAAAAAAABRg/VJ_qAhz6IWE/s1600/DSC_0166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ONrYeUhfg/TufbiZTUwQI/AAAAAAAABRg/VJ_qAhz6IWE/s640/DSC_0166.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2160829500584012820?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2160829500584012820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2160829500584012820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2160829500584012820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2160829500584012820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-make-your-toy-puppy-real-puppy.html' title='How to Make Your Toy Puppy a Real Puppy'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvVNClv1RCM/TufbUrbXoQI/AAAAAAAABRY/neAR8pcLsXU/s72-c/DSC_0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-8879574610824731229</id><published>2011-12-13T14:04:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:04:26.977-09:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months (Last Week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week (yet another "last week" statement...a lot happened last week...more on that later), this little munchkin turned 6 months! &amp;nbsp;I can't believe we made it to this age! &amp;nbsp;To be honest the first couple of months were torture on me and her as well. &amp;nbsp;The days dragged by, but hitting this milestone has made me realize that the days have flown by. &amp;nbsp;Having kids really puts time into perspective...as in you don't have time, so make the most of the time you do have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one smiles all the time, she smiles at everyone in the family, but momma gets the biggest smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I symbolize love, fun, cuddles, comfort and FOOD. &amp;nbsp;I think food is the most important to her. &amp;nbsp;I like to call her my Chunky Monkey...she is my biggest at 6 months so far. &amp;nbsp;All my babies have worn the clothes that fit their ages...well, Campbell is in 9 month clothing. &amp;nbsp;She is a chunker by my standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qON4k5vPVbY/TufTgaOQp8I/AAAAAAAABQw/6dJiwiaZV5g/s1600/DSC_0126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qON4k5vPVbY/TufTgaOQp8I/AAAAAAAABQw/6dJiwiaZV5g/s640/DSC_0126.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She isn't sitting up yet...well, she can, but she would rather move. &amp;nbsp;She can't sit still. &amp;nbsp;She has 3 older sisters to keep up with. &amp;nbsp;She is always stomping her feet in the jumperoo or exersaucer. &amp;nbsp;When you lay her on the floor, she scoots and rolls to where she wants to go. &amp;nbsp;She is my only one to roll everywhere. &amp;nbsp;All the others didn't have any interest in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AffeulPbGd0/TufT2HKE_-I/AAAAAAAABQ4/HjYgz0X92Sk/s1600/DSC_0153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AffeulPbGd0/TufT2HKE_-I/AAAAAAAABQ4/HjYgz0X92Sk/s640/DSC_0153.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is hard to get a picture of her looking at the camera smiling. &amp;nbsp;I usually have to focus on her face and then peak around to get her to smile. &amp;nbsp;If I go back behind the camera, she stops. &amp;nbsp;If you look at all these pictures you will see her looking slightly up. &amp;nbsp;in this picture, I am behind the camera, and she isn't smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNGOQ1oyhJk/TufUQLTSWqI/AAAAAAAABRA/WBG1KkF-1Pk/s1600/DSC_0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNGOQ1oyhJk/TufUQLTSWqI/AAAAAAAABRA/WBG1KkF-1Pk/s640/DSC_0159.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See... "There is mommy and I am really excited!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the blur...I didn't have my setting correct on the camera for low light and a fast moving baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y_IfztbDW0/TufUm6qpJUI/AAAAAAAABRI/JXwYTyl8BVU/s1600/DSC_0158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y_IfztbDW0/TufUm6qpJUI/AAAAAAAABRI/JXwYTyl8BVU/s640/DSC_0158.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here is her little army crawl...more of a one arm scoot for now. &amp;nbsp;She was curious of my camera, which I had sat down beside me as I changed Sutton. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIX7l7uMquU/TufU9QEpMKI/AAAAAAAABRQ/pyBfBcRQqqo/s1600/DSC_0163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIX7l7uMquU/TufU9QEpMKI/AAAAAAAABRQ/pyBfBcRQqqo/s640/DSC_0163.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a sweet little blessing! &amp;nbsp;She still doesn't sleep at night much, and she doesn't have much a routine during the day. &amp;nbsp;So far, she isn't like any of my other babies...I wonder what is waiting for me as she gets older???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also think she looks like my dad's side of the family. &amp;nbsp;I see a lot of my cousins in here. &amp;nbsp;Somedays I see a little bit of my bother in her (the older of the two). &amp;nbsp;I think it is neat how genetics take place. &amp;nbsp;Genetics also say that dark hair is a dominate gene, and so far the only one to have close to my dark hair is Ella. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-8879574610824731229?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/8879574610824731229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=8879574610824731229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/8879574610824731229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/8879574610824731229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/6-months-last-week.html' title='6 months (Last Week)'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qON4k5vPVbY/TufTgaOQp8I/AAAAAAAABQw/6dJiwiaZV5g/s72-c/DSC_0126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-1009274611510966983</id><published>2011-12-12T22:32:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:32:17.782-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past week, we got have a little boy come stay with us while his momma had his baby brother earlier than expected. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I gathered every possible boy toy we had...blocks, cars, bugs, and a few toddler toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toMfRjQUnxQ/TuW2WR4jYMI/AAAAAAAABQo/ltq-yJuEQzE/s1600/DSC_9988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toMfRjQUnxQ/TuW2WR4jYMI/AAAAAAAABQo/ltq-yJuEQzE/s640/DSC_9988.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say that having a boy in the house was a blast! &amp;nbsp;I grew up with brothers in the house, and it made me go back to those days. &amp;nbsp;It brought a whole new dynamic to the family for the short time he stayed with us. &amp;nbsp;The girls had fun too...especially Olivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows...maybe one day I will have nephews I can spoil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-1009274611510966983?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/1009274611510966983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=1009274611510966983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1009274611510966983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1009274611510966983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/boy.html' title='Boy'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toMfRjQUnxQ/TuW2WR4jYMI/AAAAAAAABQo/ltq-yJuEQzE/s72-c/DSC_9988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-1884679911584790061</id><published>2011-12-12T12:00:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:00:04.657-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow6Cb6O5Yxs/TuWnpb0gbrI/AAAAAAAABQY/-INU_1uEiIU/s1600/DSC_9280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow6Cb6O5Yxs/TuWnpb0gbrI/AAAAAAAABQY/-INU_1uEiIU/s640/DSC_9280.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9ai_dVn58g/TuWnzLZabII/AAAAAAAABQg/TiJYzHWyZr0/s1600/DSC_9281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9ai_dVn58g/TuWnzLZabII/AAAAAAAABQg/TiJYzHWyZr0/s640/DSC_9281.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-1884679911584790061?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/1884679911584790061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=1884679911584790061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1884679911584790061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1884679911584790061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/tease.html' title='Tease'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow6Cb6O5Yxs/TuWnpb0gbrI/AAAAAAAABQY/-INU_1uEiIU/s72-c/DSC_9280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7462483282392160019</id><published>2011-12-11T21:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:48:46.258-09:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise...</title><content type='html'>...I will be back to blogging soon! &amp;nbsp;I have a new computer, because the old one was well...old (life expectancy in computers is not long and ours lived longer than expected).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out the photo thing. &amp;nbsp;I am not very tech savy, so it is taking me longer than I hoped. &amp;nbsp;I knew the other computer so well...it won't take long, and I will know this one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I love my new computer, and I will NEVER EVER go back to a PC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7462483282392160019?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7462483282392160019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7462483282392160019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7462483282392160019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7462483282392160019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-promise.html' title='I Promise...'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3475808284607082531</id><published>2011-11-30T15:53:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:53:56.699-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Day After My Favorite Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we lived in the same town our family lives in, we didn't really get to do the holidays the way we wanted to do them.&amp;nbsp; It is fun spending the days with family, but when you have 3 places to be in one day, it can be stressful...then add kids to the mix.&amp;nbsp; So, since we couldn't really establish Christmas traditions of our own, putting up the Christmas tree became a yearly tradition I looked forward to.&amp;nbsp; We could do it our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This day is a stress free day.&amp;nbsp; Nothing has to be perfect, but there is an order to what we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We put up our tree the Saturday after Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First...cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0KdLP2j8W4/TtbIxre3uVI/AAAAAAAABPo/DRBU_WIdww0/s1600/DSC_9361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0KdLP2j8W4/TtbIxre3uVI/AAAAAAAABPo/DRBU_WIdww0/s640/DSC_9361.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is all about the kids getting involved...like I said nothing is perfect.&amp;nbsp; We had huge cookies, we had small cookies, but the kids had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-977RL-p1GQ8/TtbJJzqFyhI/AAAAAAAABPw/x_tljYF6Q30/s1600/DSC_9399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-977RL-p1GQ8/TtbJJzqFyhI/AAAAAAAABPw/x_tljYF6Q30/s640/DSC_9399.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton Grace didn't want to help.&amp;nbsp; This is where I found her...snuggled in our bed watching Christmas cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iM6t7-j1tn0/TtbJnx9JOQI/AAAAAAAABP4/r4ALUvAbI4Y/s1600/DSC_9371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iM6t7-j1tn0/TtbJnx9JOQI/AAAAAAAABP4/r4ALUvAbI4Y/s640/DSC_9371.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then we decorate the tree...it is not perfect, doesn't have a theme, and it is decorated in ornaments that were made, handed down, and picked up along the way of our many journeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I do the lights, my husband is a little too OCD to do the lights...the tree is pre-lit, and I put up the colored lights.&amp;nbsp; The kids decorate.&amp;nbsp; I NEVER redecorate after they go to bed.&amp;nbsp; This is for them...Christmas is suppose to be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ornaments are played with, and I find them all over the house, but it is ok...they are having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(The big dark blob his my husband "eating' the tree.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur1p6DGFcAk/TtbKcRYk-jI/AAAAAAAABQA/cYCxpAYcJ3M/s1600/DSC_9528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur1p6DGFcAk/TtbKcRYk-jI/AAAAAAAABQA/cYCxpAYcJ3M/s640/DSC_9528.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Usually Christmas music is playing, but Oregon was playing football, so we had football in the background.&amp;nbsp; Not perfect...just go with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With this being Campbell's first Christmas, I put her under the tree to see how she would react.&amp;nbsp; She likes lights, and of course, she was fascinated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo6kJ0D5w44/TtbG0cpqXaI/AAAAAAAABPY/1MnZKWHmVh0/s1600/DSC_9464+color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo6kJ0D5w44/TtbG0cpqXaI/AAAAAAAABPY/1MnZKWHmVh0/s640/DSC_9464+color.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We end the night with our freshly baked cookies, new pjs and the movie ELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v4jf7AZKEE/TtbHQbcnNmI/AAAAAAAABPg/EDoENjOVVMQ/s1600/DSC_9514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v4jf7AZKEE/TtbHQbcnNmI/AAAAAAAABPg/EDoENjOVVMQ/s640/DSC_9514.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is not perfect...it is not suppose to be.&amp;nbsp; It is about creating fun memories and traditions that the kids look forward to year after year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said, it is not perfect, but it is perfect for us (insert cheesy music for the cheesy last line). :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3475808284607082531?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3475808284607082531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3475808284607082531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3475808284607082531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3475808284607082531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-favorite-day-after-my-favorite.html' title='My Favorite Day After My Favorite Holiday'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0KdLP2j8W4/TtbIxre3uVI/AAAAAAAABPo/DRBU_WIdww0/s72-c/DSC_9361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3932460271770027042</id><published>2011-11-29T23:56:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:56:04.574-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.&amp;nbsp; There are no presents involved, just food and fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had several soliders (single and families) over for the day.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy being able to provide that home away from home environment.&amp;nbsp; Living in an overseas duty station, and yes, Alaska is considered overseas, many don't get the chance to go home for the holidays...and home is what we like to provide.&amp;nbsp; I always have room at my dinner table for one more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had my fair share of helpers when getting ready for Turkey Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sRr4l665XsU/TtXpDXKJCpI/AAAAAAAABOQ/JK-ipA_Vi-I/s1600/DSC_9289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sRr4l665XsU/TtXpDXKJCpI/AAAAAAAABOQ/JK-ipA_Vi-I/s640/DSC_9289.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The plan was to make 3 pies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFiV4JYgXaw/TtXpSAWWjxI/AAAAAAAABOY/A6EsljY2rnE/s1600/DSC_9298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFiV4JYgXaw/TtXpSAWWjxI/AAAAAAAABOY/A6EsljY2rnE/s640/DSC_9298.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One pumpkin and 2 pecan (or Pee-Can as us southerners say it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urx0Ia1qVDk/TtXpeuAp8gI/AAAAAAAABOg/v24QRP7bTKk/s1600/DSC_9310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urx0Ia1qVDk/TtXpeuAp8gI/AAAAAAAABOg/v24QRP7bTKk/s640/DSC_9310.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure that this time next year, I will have another little helper in the kitchen and not an on looker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she so stinkin' cute??&amp;nbsp; They all are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP-UQxhJOZ4/TtXpwb91h6I/AAAAAAAABOo/-KUJdsov1cs/s1600/DSC_9339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP-UQxhJOZ4/TtXpwb91h6I/AAAAAAAABOo/-KUJdsov1cs/s640/DSC_9339.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am truly blessed, and I have so much to be thankful for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3932460271770027042?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3932460271770027042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3932460271770027042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3932460271770027042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3932460271770027042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sRr4l665XsU/TtXpDXKJCpI/AAAAAAAABOQ/JK-ipA_Vi-I/s72-c/DSC_9289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4423867862139648660</id><published>2011-11-16T23:06:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:22:47.756-09:00</updated><title type='text'>This Makes Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This video from the small Yup'ik Eskimo Village of Quinhagak, Alaska, was a school computer project intended for the other Yup'ik villages in the area. Much to the villagers' shock, over a half million people have viewed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/LyviyF-N23A/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LyviyF-N23A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LyviyF-N23A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, Grandmomma for sending it to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4423867862139648660?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4423867862139648660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4423867862139648660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4423867862139648660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4423867862139648660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-makes-me-smile.html' title='This Makes Me Smile'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-1381326480607307317</id><published>2011-11-14T01:01:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T01:01:06.627-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the snow has been here.&amp;nbsp; And it certainly has made it's presence know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have shoveled snow every day this past week, except 2 days...that is 5 days and it isn't just an inch here and an inch there.&amp;nbsp; In one 24 hr period, we got 8 inches of snow...that night I saw the biggest snow flakes I have ever seen in my life!&amp;nbsp; They were a good bit larger than a silver dollar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QohTHWZVinw/TsDV90OSI4I/AAAAAAAABM8/AJYENqEDTy8/s1600/DSC_8766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QohTHWZVinw/TsDV90OSI4I/AAAAAAAABM8/AJYENqEDTy8/s640/DSC_8766.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids love playing in the snow.&amp;nbsp; I love playing in it, but by the time I am finished shoveling my "area of responsibility" (our driveway which is 2 car lengths, 2 parking spaces, and the side walk), I am tired of snow, and I don't play in it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WU5Nh86o9A/TsDW9X5TL9I/AAAAAAAABNE/PXdOzhLpHro/s1600/DSC_8769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WU5Nh86o9A/TsDW9X5TL9I/AAAAAAAABNE/PXdOzhLpHro/s640/DSC_8769.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am having to keep my 2 youngest in from the cold.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, the cold weather causing them to have eczema...Sutton Grace's is really bad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Udq-HpWnOs/TsDbtJGhsAI/AAAAAAAABNU/ekPIiX1Qv8I/s1600/DSC_8809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Udq-HpWnOs/TsDbtJGhsAI/AAAAAAAABNU/ekPIiX1Qv8I/s640/DSC_8809.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But all in all, the snow really isn't as bad as I play it up to be before it falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am choosing to be positive about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoveling= great cardio and strength training workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fresh snow= snow cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first snow= it makes it feel warmer outside...weird, I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cold weather= warm food, baking and more baking...ah, who and I kidding?&amp;nbsp; You can do that any time of year in Alaska!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-1381326480607307317?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/1381326480607307317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=1381326480607307317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1381326480607307317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1381326480607307317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow-is-here.html' title='The Snow is Here'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QohTHWZVinw/TsDV90OSI4I/AAAAAAAABM8/AJYENqEDTy8/s72-c/DSC_8766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-1759640404311551952</id><published>2011-11-12T00:06:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:06:56.605-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Blogging Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know it has been awhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have chosen sleep over fun and my usual night time responsibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No one wants a grumpy zombie mom (not sure there is a thing as a happy zombie...or a zombie for that matter).&amp;nbsp; The house is messier than normal, I am behind on laundry a bit more than normal, but I am as rested as I can be for having a baby that STILL will not sleep at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once she goes down at night, so do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But while I have taken a break from letting you all into my life, we have been living it.&amp;nbsp; I have been enjoying every precious moment with my girls.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to capture as much as I can and store it in my memory or on the hard drive of the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snow has fallen, and keeps falling.&amp;nbsp; I have shoveled all but one day this week.&amp;nbsp; We have a busy night life of soccer and ballet practice.&amp;nbsp; We started going to a homeschool co-op.&amp;nbsp; We have said good bye to friends.&amp;nbsp; Ella is reading...FINALLY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life is busier than I ever thought it could be right now, but it will settle down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before it does, it will probably get even more crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend, we are enjoying a weekend at home...a relaxing weekend.&amp;nbsp; I hope to get caught up on cleaning and laundry, but if I don't, it is not the end of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zHx3b4hnnk/Tr4zsPjZzOI/AAAAAAAABM0/DczSo8f7coY/s1600/DSC_8888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zHx3b4hnnk/Tr4zsPjZzOI/AAAAAAAABM0/DczSo8f7coY/s640/DSC_8888.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope to return to regular blogging soon...I have so many fun stories to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-1759640404311551952?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/1759640404311551952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=1759640404311551952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1759640404311551952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1759640404311551952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/11/sorry-for-blogging-break.html' title='Sorry for the Blogging Break'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zHx3b4hnnk/Tr4zsPjZzOI/AAAAAAAABM0/DczSo8f7coY/s72-c/DSC_8888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-1292549354096968795</id><published>2011-11-02T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:00:04.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Pinterest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Pinterest.&amp;nbsp; You know those people that go through magazines and clip pictures of what they like and then organize them in binders accordingly??&amp;nbsp; I am not one of those people...but I always wished I was.&amp;nbsp; I would store my "likes" in my memory...and later forget about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways...Pinterest is like that.&amp;nbsp; Easy.&amp;nbsp; No paper.&amp;nbsp; No scissors.&amp;nbsp; Easy to organize.&amp;nbsp; Addicting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many amazing ideas out there that I will try little by little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one.&amp;nbsp; Bite size caramel apples.&amp;nbsp; I love caramel apples, but I don't always want the whole apple.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The picture is pretty self explanitory.&amp;nbsp; Cut the apple in small pieces, stink a tooth pick in them and dip them in melted caramel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgTtySr_kAA/TrDruTZ517I/AAAAAAAABMk/SeVoQkBHRoY/s1600/DSC_8566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgTtySr_kAA/TrDruTZ517I/AAAAAAAABMk/SeVoQkBHRoY/s640/DSC_8566.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kid approved!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0N4JdC3zda0/TrDr-949_OI/AAAAAAAABMs/tRqQ1fo_-To/s1600/DSC_8571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0N4JdC3zda0/TrDr-949_OI/AAAAAAAABMs/tRqQ1fo_-To/s640/DSC_8571.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also made donuts...I was inspried by what I saw on the site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooo I like sweets...no more looking at the sweet stuff...only healthy things from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA yeah right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-1292549354096968795?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/1292549354096968795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=1292549354096968795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1292549354096968795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1292549354096968795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you-pinterest.html' title='Thank You Pinterest'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgTtySr_kAA/TrDruTZ517I/AAAAAAAABMk/SeVoQkBHRoY/s72-c/DSC_8566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7540339708937229746</id><published>2011-11-01T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:00:53.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligatory Halloween Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have always loved Halloween.&amp;nbsp; I think dressing up is fun.&amp;nbsp; Candy is even FUNNER! (yes, I know "funner" is not a word.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween ushers in fall to me.&amp;nbsp; The air is crisp and cool for the most part...I am talking about living in the south here.&amp;nbsp; It is also the start of the holiday season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few days before Halloween, we went to the Trunk or Treat with JT's work.&amp;nbsp; The kids were excited to go.&amp;nbsp; I got excited to dress up JT's truck.&amp;nbsp; They got loads of candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia was a cowgirl, Sutton was an ice cream cone, and Ella was a bride (later she turned into a vampire bride when she was given vampire teeth).&amp;nbsp; Note the coats...we don't get to show off our awesome costumes here in Alaska, we cover them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zezzZno4EFE/TrDkIw_EnlI/AAAAAAAABME/8luxlAauwGw/s1600/DSC_8603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zezzZno4EFE/TrDkIw_EnlI/AAAAAAAABME/8luxlAauwGw/s640/DSC_8603.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my 2nd place winning "trunk" in the Trunk or Treat.&amp;nbsp; You have to see it at night to get the full effect.&amp;nbsp; There was a black light, so everything glowed.&amp;nbsp; JT had his stereo playing spooky tunes...you know...spooky like Thriller, Monster Mash, and The Purple People Eater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2I_HHne81pE/TrDkcCxR5VI/AAAAAAAABMM/PHgP21gW16g/s1600/DSC_8617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2I_HHne81pE/TrDkcCxR5VI/AAAAAAAABMM/PHgP21gW16g/s640/DSC_8617.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This maybe weird that I like this photo because of the army truck in the background.&amp;nbsp; I am sure it has a proper name...but I don't care and you probably don't either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The army is so much a part of our lives.&amp;nbsp; It dictates our everyday for the most part.&amp;nbsp; While I get frustrated with it (A LOT), I will look back on these pictures with fondness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aj2RRL_kL3A/TrDkubxA0oI/AAAAAAAABMU/IP1zZ0hm9Jk/s1600/DSC_8622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aj2RRL_kL3A/TrDkubxA0oI/AAAAAAAABMU/IP1zZ0hm9Jk/s640/DSC_8622.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And don't think all the big sisters got to have all the fun, my little Cotton Candy was in on the action too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is the only one that didn't get to pick her own costume...sorry Campbell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIkynwHLTWE/TrDlMIWR2bI/AAAAAAAABMc/ngtEIdYm4l8/s1600/DSC_8596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIkynwHLTWE/TrDlMIWR2bI/AAAAAAAABMc/ngtEIdYm4l8/s640/DSC_8596.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, there are no pictures of actual Halloween. I wasn't going to take my camera out in the blizzard we had going on...ok...maybe no a blizzard, but close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7540339708937229746?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7540339708937229746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7540339708937229746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7540339708937229746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7540339708937229746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/11/oblitory-halloween-post.html' title='Obligatory Halloween Post'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zezzZno4EFE/TrDkIw_EnlI/AAAAAAAABME/8luxlAauwGw/s72-c/DSC_8603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-910321729193160903</id><published>2011-10-25T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:42:49.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia and My Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I take a lot of pictures...a lot.&amp;nbsp; So, naturally one of my children would probably want to also.&amp;nbsp; I figured it would be Ella, but she enjoys posing for the camera.&amp;nbsp; Olivia is the one that is always asking to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; So, I let her.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for digital, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I get a lot of pictures of random things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cx8-DnOMAnU/TqZN31c5cYI/AAAAAAAABLE/BndQC3CHZqE/s1600/DSC_7429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cx8-DnOMAnU/TqZN31c5cYI/AAAAAAAABLE/BndQC3CHZqE/s640/DSC_7429.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Told ya Ella like posing for the camera.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6W_S3ujQpUs/TqZwZ7N_GSI/AAAAAAAABL8/-s70D_3wS_I/s1600/DSC_7489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6W_S3ujQpUs/TqZwZ7N_GSI/AAAAAAAABL8/-s70D_3wS_I/s640/DSC_7489.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Besides taking pictures of random things, she enjoys taking pictures of her sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzjgO7KGXkE/TqZwEAEQjkI/AAAAAAAABL0/By2iOEjoEIw/s1600/DSC_7467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzjgO7KGXkE/TqZwEAEQjkI/AAAAAAAABL0/By2iOEjoEIw/s640/DSC_7467.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What is nice about it, is going through the pictures and seeing little ones doing things they are not suppose to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This particular day was Olivia's birthday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Someone couldn't wait for cupcakes...she got a finger in one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J7E7PzyK24/TqZi4_zWgkI/AAAAAAAABLc/iRTnA_4AVGI/s1600/DSC_7441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J7E7PzyK24/TqZi4_zWgkI/AAAAAAAABLc/iRTnA_4AVGI/s640/DSC_7441.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look who else got caught...with a ball she isn't suppose to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEs_mXvAmM8/TqZidAOeRwI/AAAAAAAABLU/QYhusnKjjHw/s1600/DSC_7470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEs_mXvAmM8/TqZidAOeRwI/AAAAAAAABLU/QYhusnKjjHw/s640/DSC_7470.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I enjoy these pictures a lot.&amp;nbsp; She also likes taking pictures of me.&amp;nbsp; But they will not be posted here...they are usually picture of my lower half...not my best side. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-910321729193160903?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/910321729193160903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=910321729193160903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/910321729193160903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/910321729193160903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/10/olivia-and-my-camera.html' title='Olivia and My Camera'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cx8-DnOMAnU/TqZN31c5cYI/AAAAAAAABLE/BndQC3CHZqE/s72-c/DSC_7429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-1185545458347858783</id><published>2011-10-20T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:02:51.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post About A Good Homeschooling Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't think that I have it all together or that I am supermom or that my little life is perfect...it is not.&amp;nbsp; The good, blissful days and the "I am so glad that I homeschool my kids, and I wouldn't never do anything else" days aren't as many as I hoped in the beginning.&amp;nbsp; AND in talking with other homeschooling moms...it isn't for them either...so I don't feel so abnormal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, why do I still do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because it works for our family and I do not feel like sending them to school is the answer to my bad days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways...today, was one of those "I am so glad I homeschool, and I wouldn't do anything else" days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got a late start and usually that means a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We started with Math for Ella and she said something when we were finished with math that I would never ...NEVER, NEVER, NEVER...say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She said, "Mommy, I love math!&amp;nbsp; Can we do more!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT?!&amp;nbsp; Who is this child and where did she come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is obviously her dad's child...I hate math!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was a little worried about teaching math, but Saxon gives me a script in my teacher book.&amp;nbsp; We also use Saxon for&amp;nbsp;phonics.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had used Saxon from the beginning with Ella for phonics.&amp;nbsp; She has struggled with reading so much, but Saxon is slow and repetitive (which is one reason a lot of people don't like it for phonics).&amp;nbsp; But it is perfect for Ella.&amp;nbsp; Combined with what she knew before to now...it is another world.&amp;nbsp; She is probably more on the level she is supposed to be for reading.&amp;nbsp; She is spelling words very well.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will forever be a Saxon math and phonics user for my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7ze72nNy5k/TqEQ7BuZI-I/AAAAAAAABKk/bJT82bFcElU/s1600/DSC_8393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7ze72nNy5k/TqEQ7BuZI-I/AAAAAAAABKk/bJT82bFcElU/s640/DSC_8393.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia kind of gets to do whatever she wants...for the most part.&amp;nbsp; One thing she loves, is &lt;a href="http://www.starfall.com/"&gt;Starfall&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It has been a favorite for the girls since before we started this whole homeschool journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see...Sutton Grace loves it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Olivia is wearing part of her costume for Halloween...she is going to be a cowgirl.&amp;nbsp; She found a cow costume for JT and said, "Mommy, Daddy needs this so he can be a cow, and I can be a cowgirl!"....don't think JT will go for that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdUmoikPAgI/TqERPENlcGI/AAAAAAAABKs/pE7pp2eLINI/s1600/DSC_8417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdUmoikPAgI/TqERPENlcGI/AAAAAAAABKs/pE7pp2eLINI/s640/DSC_8417.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ideally, I would like for Miss Campbell to be napping during our school time, but we all know by now that she does not sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She usually rolls around on the floor or sits in my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the thumb in her mouth?&amp;nbsp; She won't take a pacifier...she wants her thumb.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing I can do about it.&amp;nbsp; It is how she soothes herself if she isn't nursing.&amp;nbsp; I am not thrilled about it, because you can take away a paci (well...we haven't tried yet with Sutton), but you can't take away a thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We shall see if she keeps this up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But still...it is so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkdhnE8B-p8/TqERe61DCmI/AAAAAAAABK0/CRfktWKdk9w/s1600/DSC_8444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkdhnE8B-p8/TqERe61DCmI/AAAAAAAABK0/CRfktWKdk9w/s640/DSC_8444.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Usually, Sutton is playing with toys or one of her sisters while school is going on.&amp;nbsp; Today, Olivia wanted to color, so we did.&amp;nbsp; I knew Sutton would end up with marker on herself at some point.&amp;nbsp; I caught her in the act.&amp;nbsp; She prefers drawing on herself to anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was a happy accident for me...look at that look I am getting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is mimicking my look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I realized that later on today when I got on to her and gave her "the look", and she gave it back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umCrAquP_w4/TqERxq8twTI/AAAAAAAABK8/jxF3mbRCh3Y/s1600/DSC_8470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umCrAquP_w4/TqERxq8twTI/AAAAAAAABK8/jxF3mbRCh3Y/s640/DSC_8470.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While not a perfect day...there were no tears over school...no tantrums...and the kids did great too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything that needed to be accomplished got accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I only have a couple of kids to teach...I can't imagine being a teacher in a school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My hats go off to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-1185545458347858783?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/1185545458347858783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=1185545458347858783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1185545458347858783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1185545458347858783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/10/post-about-good-homeschooling-day.html' title='The Post About A Good Homeschooling Day'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7ze72nNy5k/TqEQ7BuZI-I/AAAAAAAABKk/bJT82bFcElU/s72-c/DSC_8393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2107726493603535183</id><published>2011-10-15T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:56:07.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Something On Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8xoNLGMHos/TpqJghLnvWI/AAAAAAAABKc/QQ6-p9E4nH8/s1600/DSC_8354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8xoNLGMHos/TpqJghLnvWI/AAAAAAAABKc/QQ6-p9E4nH8/s640/DSC_8354.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Campbell (or "Cam-ba" as Sutton says it),&amp;nbsp;started rice cereal...well, she ate it once.&amp;nbsp; And by "ate it", she spit most of it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't actively try feeding food to my kids until 6 months...and even then, it is once a day til about 7 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember feeding Ella for the first time, and I couldn't figure out why most of it ended up on her bib than in her mouth.&amp;nbsp; I mean it was food...goodish food...baby food makes me gag.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is why I feed them table food as soon as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways...I asked the doctor about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why couldn't she eat like me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know babies have to learn to eat with a spoon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I do...which is why we do a celebratory "Yay, we can eat something other than just breast milk!" meal.&amp;nbsp; I do it around 4 months...and don't really try again unless I feel up to it before 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Campbell, is the only one of my children that went in for a second bite with her mouth wide open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess she liked that rice...well, the little bit she swallowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2107726493603535183?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2107726493603535183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2107726493603535183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2107726493603535183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2107726493603535183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-got-something-on-your-face.html' title='You Got Something On Your Face'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8xoNLGMHos/TpqJghLnvWI/AAAAAAAABKc/QQ6-p9E4nH8/s72-c/DSC_8354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4240852946748309307</id><published>2011-10-14T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:46:24.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Laundry "Helper"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hate laundry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I have to do it.&amp;nbsp; We have to have clean close...right?&amp;nbsp; Or do we???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't enjoy it one bit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And while she "helps" me by unfolding, mixing piles, taking clothes away...she is still so stinkin' cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8EN1F-yBAE/Tpf04gFG90I/AAAAAAAABKM/kAZrq1uWXjM/s1600/DSC_8316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8EN1F-yBAE/Tpf04gFG90I/AAAAAAAABKM/kAZrq1uWXjM/s640/DSC_8316.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that gap tooth smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4240852946748309307?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4240852946748309307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4240852946748309307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4240852946748309307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4240852946748309307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-laundry-helper.html' title='My Laundry &quot;Helper&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8EN1F-yBAE/Tpf04gFG90I/AAAAAAAABKM/kAZrq1uWXjM/s72-c/DSC_8316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-8430041392978144109</id><published>2011-10-11T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:40:17.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Science Lesson and Some Pics of the Littlest Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ella wanted to go outside and look at the frost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have had frost every morning for about 2 weeks...meaning soon, snow will be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I AM NOT READY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytoiFwIttiQ/TpU7khBescI/AAAAAAAABI8/3MHeI-tNNes/s1600/DSC_7979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytoiFwIttiQ/TpU7khBescI/AAAAAAAABI8/3MHeI-tNNes/s640/DSC_7979.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Unexpectedly, we turned playtime into school time with a quick lesson on heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAf0hTBA4do/TpU8GYivgMI/AAAAAAAABJE/z86tPkHWgxE/s1600/DSC_7867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAf0hTBA4do/TpU8GYivgMI/AAAAAAAABJE/z86tPkHWgxE/s640/DSC_7867.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Why do you think your hand melts the frost?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"My hand is hot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There you go...science done. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBivpuBKbYE/TpU8sZbcjTI/AAAAAAAABJM/92x_FJ6vjUo/s1600/DSC_7874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBivpuBKbYE/TpU8sZbcjTI/AAAAAAAABJM/92x_FJ6vjUo/s640/DSC_7874.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Mommy my tongue melts it too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....she gets that from her Daddy...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdXXG9rbocQ/TpU9h65p73I/AAAAAAAABJU/Qdv2qkJEJ18/s1600/DSC_7902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdXXG9rbocQ/TpU9h65p73I/AAAAAAAABJU/Qdv2qkJEJ18/s640/DSC_7902.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For those that have been checking to see if I have posted anything lately...sorry for such a long break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been, well...overwhelming...I won't go into all the details, because it will really sounds like I am complaining.&amp;nbsp; And I don't want to complain, because really, I am blessed beyond measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to let a few things slide in order to do what was important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoy writing and posting pictures on this blog sooo much, but with everything piling up, I needed to take a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like I was drowning...so I decided to drown myself in my Bible and pray constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has helped so much!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While my plate is still overflowing, I don't feel consumed by it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am constantly praying.&amp;nbsp; While the passages may not apply directly to my situation at that given moment, it gives me a peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I took a blogging break, my littlest lady turned 4 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is rolling over, grabbing at everything, drooling like crazy...and has reverted back to newborn sleeping habits...but who could possibly be mad at that sweet face for not sleeping??&amp;nbsp; She smiles all the time (except when I am behind the camera).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PmlT6Kk9XA/TpU-oQVxJEI/AAAAAAAABJc/PAQdSPLohto/s1600/DSC_7992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PmlT6Kk9XA/TpU-oQVxJEI/AAAAAAAABJc/PAQdSPLohto/s640/DSC_7992.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And over the past few weeks and many, many, many more weeks to come...this is how I feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wb_IEf8LDuo/TpU_o1MfgfI/AAAAAAAABJk/dgkKFle4-So/s1600/DSC_8049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wb_IEf8LDuo/TpU_o1MfgfI/AAAAAAAABJk/dgkKFle4-So/s640/DSC_8049.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleep well, sweet Campbell, because momma ain't sleepin' much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-8430041392978144109?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/8430041392978144109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=8430041392978144109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/8430041392978144109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/8430041392978144109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/10/unexpected-science-lesson-and-some-pics.html' title='Unexpected Science Lesson and Some Pics of the Littlest Lady'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytoiFwIttiQ/TpU7khBescI/AAAAAAAABI8/3MHeI-tNNes/s72-c/DSC_7979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-550262705325059879</id><published>2011-09-30T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:35:00.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campbell Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized that I didn't post my weekly pic of my youngest.&amp;nbsp; I should be posting these every Monday, so I went back in my pictures and this is from Sunday...close enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;16 wks...almost 4 months.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can say that this last month has gone by waaaayy too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtuIBU9AZUc/ToV_0rSzp3I/AAAAAAAABI4/wILJ3tmFqAI/s1600/DSC_7018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtuIBU9AZUc/ToV_0rSzp3I/AAAAAAAABI4/wILJ3tmFqAI/s640/DSC_7018.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is still happy (thanks to no dairy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is still a screamer when she is mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She drools like crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is starting to grab and hold on to objects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for the BEST news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE SLEPT 11 HOURS LAST NIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-550262705325059879?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/550262705325059879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=550262705325059879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/550262705325059879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/550262705325059879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/campbell-rose.html' title='Campbell Rose'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtuIBU9AZUc/ToV_0rSzp3I/AAAAAAAABI4/wILJ3tmFqAI/s72-c/DSC_7018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4624673699453209241</id><published>2011-09-29T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:39:33.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe she is 5 already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is so stinkin' beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia was such a blessing to me when she was born.&amp;nbsp; We had moved away from family (all the way to Georgia...which seemed like a forever long way away then).&amp;nbsp; I was new at this whole military wife thing.&amp;nbsp; I was nervous I was going to have another Ella baby...one that cries all the time and never slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was the most quiet baby.&amp;nbsp; When she cried you just wanted to laugh, because it was so pitiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She slept 12hr at night at 2 months.&amp;nbsp; She was always easy going.&amp;nbsp; I have always said, God knew I needed Olivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, she started walking...and she explored everything.&amp;nbsp; If she wanted it, she found a way to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTRIdhZ6smE/ToVtmvZEl3I/AAAAAAAABIs/3RxGh9ZBEZE/s1600/DSC_7370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTRIdhZ6smE/ToVtmvZEl3I/AAAAAAAABIs/3RxGh9ZBEZE/s640/DSC_7370.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is still quiet and shy...unless she is comfortable around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She runs everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is very giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesn't want you to see her cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has become a great big sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I tell Ella all the time that Olivia is a great little sister too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--djFA9a_u6s/ToVt-mXrnGI/AAAAAAAABIw/FLkQ7Znre8g/s1600/DSC_7375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--djFA9a_u6s/ToVt-mXrnGI/AAAAAAAABIw/FLkQ7Znre8g/s640/DSC_7375.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthdays are special around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each girl gets to pick out their cake, all the meals, and one place to go out to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia wanted strawberry cupcakes with rainbow icing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are saving our eat out meal until Daddy gets home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are going to Moose's Tooth.&amp;nbsp; If you come to visit, we will take you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7OcHxHAOd5A/ToVuOujOl4I/AAAAAAAABI0/WG4kAC9GhZU/s1600/DSC_7357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7OcHxHAOd5A/ToVuOujOl4I/AAAAAAAABI0/WG4kAC9GhZU/s640/DSC_7357.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4624673699453209241?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4624673699453209241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4624673699453209241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4624673699453209241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4624673699453209241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTRIdhZ6smE/ToVtmvZEl3I/AAAAAAAABIs/3RxGh9ZBEZE/s72-c/DSC_7370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-5823830683380899404</id><published>2011-09-28T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:07:26.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fall is my FAVORITE season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it is beautiful here, but only for a little while...4wks or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the smell and the crispness in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year, we have had more sunny/non-rainy days during fall than last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went for a walk to enjoy what could be our last in the pretty yellow leaves before snow fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZnBFFz3xTg/ToOzvdJ0TfI/AAAAAAAABIc/YhUtcTv8OdU/s1600/DSC_7310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZnBFFz3xTg/ToOzvdJ0TfI/AAAAAAAABIc/YhUtcTv8OdU/s640/DSC_7310.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls had fun gathering leaves and throwing them in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love their expressions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkVx3JxpuKc/ToO0HEeT3GI/AAAAAAAABIg/o4qptf_DlNs/s1600/DSC_7327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="height: 216px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 319px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkVx3JxpuKc/ToO0HEeT3GI/AAAAAAAABIg/o4qptf_DlNs/s640/DSC_7327.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbqADtDUcT8/ToO0jVLkvVI/AAAAAAAABIk/mLBVWKJYEes/s1600/DSC_7340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbqADtDUcT8/ToO0jVLkvVI/AAAAAAAABIk/mLBVWKJYEes/s640/DSC_7340.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Little lady got in on the action too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OsQKFckYE_I/ToO0z8AJQYI/AAAAAAAABIo/1-Twn7z8250/s1600/DSC_7279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OsQKFckYE_I/ToO0z8AJQYI/AAAAAAAABIo/1-Twn7z8250/s640/DSC_7279.jpg" width="384px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-5823830683380899404?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/5823830683380899404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=5823830683380899404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5823830683380899404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5823830683380899404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-fall.html' title='I Love Fall'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZnBFFz3xTg/ToOzvdJ0TfI/AAAAAAAABIc/YhUtcTv8OdU/s72-c/DSC_7310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7785601039865364238</id><published>2011-09-25T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:03:34.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, we celebrated my little blessing's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She has been such a gift to her daddy and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love her so...even when she throws her tantrums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves her Daddy...they have a very special relationship.&amp;nbsp; They are both very (and I mean VERY)much alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFs96MYxszA/ToAR4NZwnxI/AAAAAAAABII/O-urIFtC2NQ/s1600/DSC_7151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFs96MYxszA/ToAR4NZwnxI/AAAAAAAABII/O-urIFtC2NQ/s640/DSC_7151.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is full of personality, loves to make us laugh, and loves being the center of attention.&amp;nbsp; She is very strong willed, and gets into EVERYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgRowptqTNk/ToASOWupHxI/AAAAAAAABIM/qrbGB79xsqM/s1600/DSC_7129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgRowptqTNk/ToASOWupHxI/AAAAAAAABIM/qrbGB79xsqM/s640/DSC_7129.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is precious...she has a mischievious grin...and can melt my heart when she is walking away, turns to look at me and blows me a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEn53pcELKU/ToASfOjCFtI/AAAAAAAABIQ/QgLLdTbgdoo/s1600/DSC_7206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEn53pcELKU/ToASfOjCFtI/AAAAAAAABIQ/QgLLdTbgdoo/s640/DSC_7206.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And she LOVES, LOVES, LOVES Elmo aka "Melmo"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TAdIuTatok/ToAT82qRqRI/AAAAAAAABIY/PqkLHhWPfe4/s1600/DSC_7093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TAdIuTatok/ToAT82qRqRI/AAAAAAAABIY/PqkLHhWPfe4/s640/DSC_7093.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7785601039865364238?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7785601039865364238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7785601039865364238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7785601039865364238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7785601039865364238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFs96MYxszA/ToAR4NZwnxI/AAAAAAAABII/O-urIFtC2NQ/s72-c/DSC_7151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6346137524347406842</id><published>2011-09-24T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:03:40.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasured Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the moment this picture was taken, it was 11:30pm.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was in bed sleeping.&amp;nbsp; I was holding a sleeping baby that was having trouble staying asleep in her bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She needed to be on my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I, however,&amp;nbsp;wanted nothing more than to be in bed, under my covers, asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I reminded myself to treasure this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because all too soon, she will be grown up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fGcwSleVAtU/Tn2NZgcScPI/AAAAAAAABIE/cb1wu-MJxaA/s1600/DSC_6965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fGcwSleVAtU/Tn2NZgcScPI/AAAAAAAABIE/cb1wu-MJxaA/s640/DSC_6965.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6346137524347406842?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6346137524347406842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6346137524347406842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6346137524347406842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6346137524347406842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/treasured-moment.html' title='Treasured Moment'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fGcwSleVAtU/Tn2NZgcScPI/AAAAAAAABIE/cb1wu-MJxaA/s72-c/DSC_6965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-823578419085062578</id><published>2011-09-22T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:04:53.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are certain things we do...must do...for our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like coming to their rescue...when they can't get themselves out of a situtation that they THEMSELVES got into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pse8sy_LNCs/TnwRSZBmfTI/AAAAAAAABH8/a2UY0QsRXVI/s1600/DSC_6880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pse8sy_LNCs/TnwRSZBmfTI/AAAAAAAABH8/a2UY0QsRXVI/s640/DSC_6880.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of 3...up one nostril.&amp;nbsp; JT got one, I got one, and then she brought me one along with a booger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wqg9CEI7VE/TnwRtldPVfI/AAAAAAAABIA/rnGbe2xjtD0/s1600/DSC_6891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wqg9CEI7VE/TnwRtldPVfI/AAAAAAAABIA/rnGbe2xjtD0/s640/DSC_6891.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-823578419085062578?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/823578419085062578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=823578419085062578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/823578419085062578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/823578419085062578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-rescue.html' title='To The Rescue'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pse8sy_LNCs/TnwRSZBmfTI/AAAAAAAABH8/a2UY0QsRXVI/s72-c/DSC_6880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6498727464412013215</id><published>2011-09-20T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:05:59.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I have stated before, we are in a new stage of parenting with Ella...learning to let go a little.&amp;nbsp; It is hard.&amp;nbsp; JT and I have no clue what we are doing, but neither did we the day we brought her home.&amp;nbsp; She has turn out ok,&amp;nbsp;I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is such a huge...HUGE...help to me.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I would do without her around.&amp;nbsp; She is always willing to do what I ask...most of the time.&amp;nbsp; If I need a diaper, she runs to get one for me.&amp;nbsp; If I left something upstairs, she gets it.&amp;nbsp; She entertains the babies, so I can get food on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I try to make an effort to thank her for all she does.&amp;nbsp; I also am allowing freedoms for just her, and some of her responsibilities are a little more grown up...they require me trusting her.&amp;nbsp; It is important for her to know I trust her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICWXOgQMm_s/TnmI-TOizAI/AAAAAAAABH4/3IztTvdInMg/s1600/DSC_5534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICWXOgQMm_s/TnmI-TOizAI/AAAAAAAABH4/3IztTvdInMg/s640/DSC_5534.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is very much a free spirit!&amp;nbsp; She has a deep passion for the things she likes.&amp;nbsp; And if she doesn't like something, she will let you know...over and over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of people don't get her...sometimes I don't get her.&amp;nbsp; But I love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is growing up way to fast...but still in some ways she will always be my baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I have been down on her recently...always on her case about something.&amp;nbsp; But yesterday, I realized that I need to ease up a little, because when I do, she shines...she proves to me that I can trust her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a wonderful big sister and&amp;nbsp;a wonderful first born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ella, when you are older and you read this, I want you to know that I could not have made it through these past couple years without you.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for being who you are and always bringing a smile to my face.&amp;nbsp; You make life better when you are around.&amp;nbsp; I can never say it enough, but I love you (more than the outer spaces)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6498727464412013215?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6498727464412013215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6498727464412013215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6498727464412013215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6498727464412013215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/ella-bella.html' title='Ella Bella'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICWXOgQMm_s/TnmI-TOizAI/AAAAAAAABH4/3IztTvdInMg/s72-c/DSC_5534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7950217539809930034</id><published>2011-09-19T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:11:00.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I don't do big girl crafts anymore.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time it involves kiddie crafts.&amp;nbsp; And most of the things I would like to try end up taking too long, and they end up in a closet somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I love crafting!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I frequent craft blogs and dream of doing what they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lately...for months now...I have been seeing these fabric rosettes EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They looked too complicated to even attempt to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But Saturday night, I looked up some tutorial...and oh my goodness...they are so easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why have I not tried this before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made a trail rosette, and I was happy with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I could make a headband or a clippie or even a broach, but none of my girls (except Ella) where anything other than a rubber hair band.&amp;nbsp; I am not much of an accessory person myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I did need a fall themed wreath for my front door.&amp;nbsp; I usually make my wreaths...and I like doing it...the ones you can buy are too expensive for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I made this.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; I am sure I will make more, because this took so little time to make (30mins).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a bunch of scrap fabric I got from my grandmother awhile back, and I finally used it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjYZ8KGBPq0/Tnb6o6UV5RI/AAAAAAAABHw/o85E7d5unBM/s1600/DSC_6876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="590px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjYZ8KGBPq0/Tnb6o6UV5RI/AAAAAAAABHw/o85E7d5unBM/s640/DSC_6876.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't have a Monday post without posting a pic of this sweet little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;15wks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4cwR9mLiGY/Tnb7HyyLI5I/AAAAAAAABH0/EW5CGfVYgaU/s1600/DSC_6859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4cwR9mLiGY/Tnb7HyyLI5I/AAAAAAAABH0/EW5CGfVYgaU/s640/DSC_6859.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7950217539809930034?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7950217539809930034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7950217539809930034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7950217539809930034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7950217539809930034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall Is Here'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjYZ8KGBPq0/Tnb6o6UV5RI/AAAAAAAABHw/o85E7d5unBM/s72-c/DSC_6876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-8619378590908501933</id><published>2011-09-18T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:50:57.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealing Secrets About Me And My Not Shy Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not one to want to be the center of attention.&amp;nbsp; I don't like people staring at me...which usually happens, because I am really tall, and I have a bunch of kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But anyways...when you first meet me, I could be labeled as a snob, but it is not that...I am pretty shy and quiet until I get to know you.&amp;nbsp; Olivia is a lot like me that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I am 110% comfortable, you will see my goofy side.&amp;nbsp; It is not a side I show often, unless you know me&amp;nbsp;VERY well.&amp;nbsp; My kids see it and my husband sees it...&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;...it isn't always pretty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But my husband has to love me...he vowed too.&amp;nbsp; My kids have to because, well, I am their mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Many of you have seen it, but many more probably have not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the goofiness lately is in making up songs...well words to preexisting songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like for example...take the Back Street Boys.&amp;nbsp; They have a song called "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M6samPEMpM"&gt;Everybody (Backstreet's Back)&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Just for clarification- I was not a fan of them back in the day, so I do not know why this would be the song I would sing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;During bath time, I have my own version.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Everybody.&amp;nbsp;(yeah) &amp;nbsp;Wash your body.&amp;nbsp;(yeah) &amp;nbsp;Everybody.&amp;nbsp; Wash your body right.&amp;nbsp; Wash your body right!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I will change it up sometimes...with a high pitched voice or the ever so popular male popstar voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sing this to the girls...I have for years now...and every now and then, you will hear them singing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no clue where this one came from, but it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where my Sutton Button? Where my Sutton Button?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it has a nice little dance that goes with it...and Sutton has started doing the dance recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, I guess it is one of those "you have to be there" things...or maybe not. Because if you were here, I wouldn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My most recent made up words to preexisting songs...is Old MacDonald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all know how that song goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, my version has each of my family members in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ella's is "a pout pout here and a pout pout there".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia's is "a run run here and a run run there".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton's is "a mine mine here and a mine mine there".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Campbell's is "a waaa waaa here and a waaa waaa there".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy's is "a fish fish here and a fish fish there".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls love it and sing it all the time.&amp;nbsp; They especially love Sutton's because that seems to be all she says when she plays with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAYS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JT took Ella and Olivia on a fishing trip this weekend.&amp;nbsp; At the lodge, the first night, they had open mic night.&amp;nbsp; And my NOT SHY child, Ella got up to sing Old MacDonald...but little did they know, she was going to be singing the "made up" version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TA7NALj7gM/Tnbrm_9I1oI/AAAAAAAABHs/ZaVL5-20f-o/s1600/301468_10150318780469469_611069468_7756584_715805476_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TA7NALj7gM/Tnbrm_9I1oI/AAAAAAAABHs/ZaVL5-20f-o/s640/301468_10150318780469469_611069468_7756584_715805476_n.jpg" width="478px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were about 20 people there, and she loved being the center of attention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this side of her.&amp;nbsp; Within the first few seconds of meeting her, you will know all her sister's names, that she has 5 adult teeth and whatever else may be on her mind at the time.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-8619378590908501933?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/8619378590908501933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=8619378590908501933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/8619378590908501933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/8619378590908501933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/revealing-secrets-about-me-and-my-not.html' title='Revealing Secrets About Me And My Not Shy Child'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TA7NALj7gM/Tnbrm_9I1oI/AAAAAAAABHs/ZaVL5-20f-o/s72-c/301468_10150318780469469_611069468_7756584_715805476_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-199227641491582526</id><published>2011-09-17T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:52:38.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do When Sisters Are Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jump on the trampoline all by herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3f4GCiSJBw/TnUkRCW6ztI/AAAAAAAABHo/TplqF7ETD8o/s1600/DSC_6826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3f4GCiSJBw/TnUkRCW6ztI/AAAAAAAABHo/TplqF7ETD8o/s640/DSC_6826.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she jumped&amp;nbsp;and jumped and jumped...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-199227641491582526?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/199227641491582526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=199227641491582526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/199227641491582526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/199227641491582526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-to-do-when-sisters-are-away.html' title='What To Do When Sisters Are Away'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3f4GCiSJBw/TnUkRCW6ztI/AAAAAAAABHo/TplqF7ETD8o/s72-c/DSC_6826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4207809456917039993</id><published>2011-09-17T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:00:02.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting To One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Campbell and&amp;nbsp;I spent most of our time like this for the first 2 months of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LuLPLNMAMc/TnRdW_psoBI/AAAAAAAABHk/fr93XXUONKU/s1600/DSC_4014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418px" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LuLPLNMAMc/TnRdW_psoBI/AAAAAAAABHk/fr93XXUONKU/s640/DSC_4014.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was so uncomfortable and hurting and fussy.&amp;nbsp; This was the only way she would be calm.&amp;nbsp; We spent the day like this and the night.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get much done or much sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But since I figured out that dairy was hurting her, she has been the happiest baby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She smiles all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4207809456917039993?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4207809456917039993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4207809456917039993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4207809456917039993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4207809456917039993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/adjusting-to-one-another.html' title='Adjusting To One Another'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LuLPLNMAMc/TnRdW_psoBI/AAAAAAAABHk/fr93XXUONKU/s72-c/DSC_4014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7036859293876363329</id><published>2011-09-17T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:05:45.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went back and forth on whether to write this post or not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I decided too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I talk about my children that live in my home, why can't I talk about my child in heaven...whenever I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, I had a friend lose her baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, I have stumbled across blogs of women going through the emotions of losing their baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, I saw a House Hunter's episode from Tybee Island, Ga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't expect to get emotional&amp;nbsp;watching the show.&amp;nbsp; But when they showed the beach....tears came to my eyes and several emotions came and many memories came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbHBXx60iM0/TnRN10zBIcI/AAAAAAAABHU/Uxplj2L5oeY/s1600/Savannah+Beach+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbHBXx60iM0/TnRN10zBIcI/AAAAAAAABHU/Uxplj2L5oeY/s640/Savannah+Beach+013.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remembered the day I decided to go to the ER and how I was trying to keep it together....how every one seemed cold (I am not sure anyone knows what to say or how to act when a woman is losing her child).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember them saying, "Well, there is a heartbeat.", but not saying what we were all thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMtdB2799l0/TnROOrnDGGI/AAAAAAAABHY/toYyxy8hVEU/s1600/270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMtdB2799l0/TnROOrnDGGI/AAAAAAAABHY/toYyxy8hVEU/s640/270.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some people roll their eyes when a woman talks about those moments or say things like, "Shouldn't you be over that by now?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Which is probably why no one talks about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will...and I will make no apology for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is heartbreaking....&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HEARTBREAKING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rqj0DLfFLOs/TnRORuKVxpI/AAAAAAAABHc/PRLNxqiwiYs/s1600/279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rqj0DLfFLOs/TnRORuKVxpI/AAAAAAAABHc/PRLNxqiwiYs/s640/279.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I always thought that the day my child was due would be hard for me, but it isn't that day.&amp;nbsp; I think about my child that day, but that day is not hard.&amp;nbsp; Even the day I lost my baby isn't hard, I think about my baby then, but that day isn't hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is the moments that take me by surprise...when someone asks me how many children I have...when I am washing dishes...when I see a child that would be the same age...when I see a TV show of where my child is buried...when I see a picture of a sea turtle...looking through old photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW0SbigYW2s/TnROWEvc_VI/AAAAAAAABHg/5-TF-YeViN0/s1600/281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IW0SbigYW2s/TnROWEvc_VI/AAAAAAAABHg/5-TF-YeViN0/s640/281.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those that have not experienced that kind of loss, please be sensitive to those that have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because our baby wasn't "born", doesn't make it hurt any less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurts.&amp;nbsp; And we will have days that are hard...and we should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one day, I am sure I will hold my child in my arms, but right now...my child is playing with all the other babies born into heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if they know that their mommies were good friends...or even that some are related?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7036859293876363329?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7036859293876363329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7036859293876363329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7036859293876363329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7036859293876363329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-went-back-and-forth-on-whether-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbHBXx60iM0/TnRN10zBIcI/AAAAAAAABHU/Uxplj2L5oeY/s72-c/Savannah+Beach+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4117870711520232731</id><published>2011-09-14T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:56:21.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arctic Valley Hike...Sort Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many places to get out and hike in Alaska...literally, you can step out your back OR front door.&amp;nbsp; It is beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like going to Arctic Valley when we need to go some place close.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I am in the movie Heidi.&amp;nbsp; Remember that one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYHG3QS6Xxk/TnBMIkM3VBI/AAAAAAAABHE/reZAjQjZniI/s1600/DSC_6729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYHG3QS6Xxk/TnBMIkM3VBI/AAAAAAAABHE/reZAjQjZniI/s640/DSC_6729.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you hike the whole thing, it isn't very long...but we have never hiked the whole way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8azW25UwwI/TnBMj8tl5qI/AAAAAAAABHI/mHYt7yTLRnM/s1600/DSC_6653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8azW25UwwI/TnBMj8tl5qI/AAAAAAAABHI/mHYt7yTLRnM/s640/DSC_6653.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can pick berries, but you have to go up pretty high on the mountain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqM2SZHuwb4/TnBM_dr9slI/AAAAAAAABHM/NAaNw7c-jT0/s1600/DSC_6676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqM2SZHuwb4/TnBM_dr9slI/AAAAAAAABHM/NAaNw7c-jT0/s640/DSC_6676.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And you can even dance! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFUBST2ul-Q/TnBNcY7PeiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/k7nYD8-bHl0/s1600/DSC_6701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFUBST2ul-Q/TnBNcY7PeiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/k7nYD8-bHl0/s640/DSC_6701.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping that we can get out more as a family and do these short hikes before the snow falls.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Alaska, and I can say that living here has made me appreciate the SUNSHINE sooo much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get a lot of rain and cloudy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4117870711520232731?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4117870711520232731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4117870711520232731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4117870711520232731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4117870711520232731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/arctic-valley-hikesort-of.html' title='Arctic Valley Hike...Sort Of'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYHG3QS6Xxk/TnBMIkM3VBI/AAAAAAAABHE/reZAjQjZniI/s72-c/DSC_6729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7824485967961619380</id><published>2011-09-14T08:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:00:01.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...they just don't know it yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xckVr9Lx2YQ/Tm_w55Rw1hI/AAAAAAAABHA/MjRZLQ00VOs/s1600/DSC_6671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xckVr9Lx2YQ/Tm_w55Rw1hI/AAAAAAAABHA/MjRZLQ00VOs/s640/DSC_6671.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7824485967961619380?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7824485967961619380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7824485967961619380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7824485967961619380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7824485967961619380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-friends_14.html' title='Best Friends...'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xckVr9Lx2YQ/Tm_w55Rw1hI/AAAAAAAABHA/MjRZLQ00VOs/s72-c/DSC_6671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6979753385962688352</id><published>2011-09-13T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:55:08.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Homeschooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what a normal morning looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spend so much time together, and it is an added bonus that Daddy gets to come home for lunch most days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRUKDG2aSP0/Tm_rpps5qTI/AAAAAAAABGw/5KYJg1QkZWw/s1600/DSC_6737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360px" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRUKDG2aSP0/Tm_rpps5qTI/AAAAAAAABGw/5KYJg1QkZWw/s640/DSC_6737.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't forget this smiley face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what she looks like most of the time now.&amp;nbsp; She is a happy baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;14 weeks (yesterday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdgmdYesBns/Tm_sWKpRjcI/AAAAAAAABG0/vkIGuv_aFMk/s1600/DSC_6746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdgmdYesBns/Tm_sWKpRjcI/AAAAAAAABG0/vkIGuv_aFMk/s640/DSC_6746.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6979753385962688352?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6979753385962688352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6979753385962688352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6979753385962688352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6979753385962688352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-i-love-homeschooling.html' title='Why I Love Homeschooling'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRUKDG2aSP0/Tm_rpps5qTI/AAAAAAAABGw/5KYJg1QkZWw/s72-c/DSC_6737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-5276189564253805353</id><published>2011-09-10T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:00:02.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As a military wife, I am use to long periods of time without my husband.&amp;nbsp; During those times, I have to everything.&amp;nbsp; I don't have the man around the house to do "man" things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then, when he is home, I get so use to having a man to do those "man" things that I forget I can do them myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend we bought a fire pit that was on sale.&amp;nbsp; I have wanted one all summer long, but couldn't seem to justify spending the money on it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was waiting on my handy husband to put it together, but I didn't want to ask him to do it.&amp;nbsp; He works all day and people demand much of him, and I want him to be able to relax as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I decided I could do it.&amp;nbsp; I mean how hard could it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYfGKrpHpxA/Tmm4wCU5W7I/AAAAAAAABGg/cTIiTY157y4/s1600/DSC_6553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYfGKrpHpxA/Tmm4wCU5W7I/AAAAAAAABGg/cTIiTY157y4/s640/DSC_6553.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, first, make sure you read the ENGLISH side of the instructions if you can't read Spanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Secondly, make sure that when you are screwing parts together, they are facing the right direction and not upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not speaking from experience...it is just some advice I thought I would offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...Ok...I am speaking from experience, but both problems were easily fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkgaIQnw5rE/Tmm5PQRKw5I/AAAAAAAABGk/jycjU-LbM9E/s1600/DSC_6555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkgaIQnw5rE/Tmm5PQRKw5I/AAAAAAAABGk/jycjU-LbM9E/s640/DSC_6555.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is also very helpful to have an enthusiastic 7 year old to help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfRnb2NbB5U/Tmm5_Kyq1nI/AAAAAAAABGo/5hY4FJsX5Yg/s1600/DSC_6558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfRnb2NbB5U/Tmm5_Kyq1nI/AAAAAAAABGo/5hY4FJsX5Yg/s640/DSC_6558.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5 minutes &lt;/strike&gt;15 minutes later, it was finished.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And ready for s'mores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOQy3omUpBs/Tmm6lrHbugI/AAAAAAAABGs/8UVDZ5gRxj4/s1600/DSC_6560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOQy3omUpBs/Tmm6lrHbugI/AAAAAAAABGs/8UVDZ5gRxj4/s640/DSC_6560.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-5276189564253805353?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/5276189564253805353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=5276189564253805353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5276189564253805353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5276189564253805353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/man-things.html' title='Man Things'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYfGKrpHpxA/Tmm4wCU5W7I/AAAAAAAABGg/cTIiTY157y4/s72-c/DSC_6553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2814839019754311744</id><published>2011-09-09T12:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:00:02.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We will probably never get an A+ in parenting when it comes to table manners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But we have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We do try to enforce that when we are at other people's or in a public place we don't do certain things.&amp;nbsp; And they are good for the most part.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrmlymGaYoY/Tmmzv628XWI/AAAAAAAABGc/1FhGsDDrCoY/s1600/DSC_6453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrmlymGaYoY/Tmmzv628XWI/AAAAAAAABGc/1FhGsDDrCoY/s640/DSC_6453.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you give the girls a straw wrapped in paper, rest assure,&amp;nbsp; you will get the paper blown in your face.&amp;nbsp; I am sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame my husband...who blames his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2814839019754311744?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2814839019754311744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2814839019754311744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2814839019754311744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2814839019754311744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/table-manners.html' title='Table Manners'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrmlymGaYoY/Tmmzv628XWI/AAAAAAAABGc/1FhGsDDrCoY/s72-c/DSC_6453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2032519931269047680</id><published>2011-09-08T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:28:29.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday, baby girl turned 3 months.&amp;nbsp; I would like to say that time has flown by, and in a way it has, but it has been a long 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She still doesn't sleep through the night.&amp;nbsp; She has no routine.&amp;nbsp; Every night and every day is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And she is still a screamer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNh7tMW-yQc/Tmml4SHxbZI/AAAAAAAABGQ/iicokiPmyww/s1600/DSC_6520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNh7tMW-yQc/Tmml4SHxbZI/AAAAAAAABGQ/iicokiPmyww/s640/DSC_6520.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She isn't screaming as much.&amp;nbsp; She smiles all the time, she loves to be talked to.&amp;nbsp; She is very alert.&amp;nbsp; She is trying really hard to roll over.&amp;nbsp; She loves her sisters playing with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I also had to change/ give up some things I was eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I believe the reason she cried all the time was because of acid reflux.&amp;nbsp; The doctor said she didn't have it.&amp;nbsp; But when I walked in on her blue in the face from spit up, I started doing my own research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She has a lot of the symptoms an acid reflux baby would have.&amp;nbsp; Since the doctor didn't believe me, and I am not a hug fan of medicine if it can be helped, I looked to see what I could do to help her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She nurses on one side at a time to keep her tummy light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She finally takes a pacifier and doesn't use me as one.&amp;nbsp; I was her for awhile, and she would get so mad when my milk would let down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;AND THE BIGGEST CHANGE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;no more&amp;nbsp;dairy for me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When I drink milk, yogurt, ice cream or anything with a lot of dairy in it, her tummy hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But since then, she has not had the problems she was having before.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that it was a pretty easy fix.&amp;nbsp; I love a big glass of cold milk, but I can give that up for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She is so sweet and one day she will sleep through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXyt09zg2SQ/Tmmm2Ei9giI/AAAAAAAABGU/bp_Hyz8U58M/s1600/DSC_6542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXyt09zg2SQ/Tmmm2Ei9giI/AAAAAAAABGU/bp_Hyz8U58M/s400/DSC_6542.jpg" width="265px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdE4-NwQvKc/TmmnrzWlIwI/AAAAAAAABGY/xuVEhXZqN2g/s1600/DSC_6535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdE4-NwQvKc/TmmnrzWlIwI/AAAAAAAABGY/xuVEhXZqN2g/s400/DSC_6535.jpg" width="265px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She is also allergic to chocolate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I KNOW!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;IT IS HORRIBLE!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I LOVE me some chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, if you see a zit on my baby's cheek, you will know I gave into my weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Goodnews for giving up dairy and chocolate, I lost a dress size in one week.&amp;nbsp; Pregnancy clothes...yes please!&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, Sutton's baby weight will fall off too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have never lost weight this soon after having a baby, I always gain it.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2032519931269047680?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2032519931269047680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2032519931269047680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2032519931269047680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2032519931269047680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNh7tMW-yQc/Tmml4SHxbZI/AAAAAAAABGQ/iicokiPmyww/s72-c/DSC_6520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6322521420778564326</id><published>2011-09-06T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:17:49.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Husband Did</title><content type='html'>My husband spent a year in Afghanistan with the 23rd Sappers (just recently voted best company in the Army).&amp;nbsp; They were a family of soldiers.&amp;nbsp; I got many questions about what he did.&amp;nbsp; They were followed by &lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/episode/bomb-hunters-afghanistan-5491#tab-Overview"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/episode/bomb-hunters-afghanistan-5491#tab-Overview"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;link will take you to the videos.&amp;nbsp; I believe it will air on TV too, but I am not sure when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6322521420778564326?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6322521420778564326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6322521420778564326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6322521420778564326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6322521420778564326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-my-husband-did.html' title='What My Husband Did'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2341256910550723001</id><published>2011-09-06T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:09:01.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>Soooo many days...most everyday....I need this particular encouragement from the &lt;a href="http://www.girltalkhome.com/blog/when-school-starts"&gt;Girl Talk blog&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I will have to tape this up at in my kitchen.&amp;nbsp; I think I may need the book quoted in the post too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly feel like I go, go, go and do, do, do and never catch up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2341256910550723001?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2341256910550723001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2341256910550723001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2341256910550723001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2341256910550723001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-5944765588806556582</id><published>2011-09-04T09:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:00:03.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Years of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, now I feel really old adding up how long I have been friends with one of my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is the reason I went home during the hottest time of the year.&amp;nbsp; (Of course, I needed to make my yearly trip to the lower 48 anyways to visit family.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first few days of the trip were spent with Lindsey.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy you have found someone who makes you happy.&amp;nbsp; I love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQJnlTJLVh4/TmMjK2-U3_I/AAAAAAAABGM/Rj1Thk5I_7s/s1600/DSC_5664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQJnlTJLVh4/TmMjK2-U3_I/AAAAAAAABGM/Rj1Thk5I_7s/s640/DSC_5664.jpg" width="424px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how far apart we live or how long we go between conversations, it is like we were never apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-5944765588806556582?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/5944765588806556582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=5944765588806556582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5944765588806556582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5944765588806556582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/17-years-of-friendship.html' title='17 Years of Friendship'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQJnlTJLVh4/TmMjK2-U3_I/AAAAAAAABGM/Rj1Thk5I_7s/s72-c/DSC_5664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6152606769204407062</id><published>2011-09-03T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:26:37.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My two oldest have been having Tea Parties with Nana for a long time now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after arriving at Nana's, they ask for a tea party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C8g5fw4fVCM/TmKp7rlsm7I/AAAAAAAABGE/P4_zhALgluU/s1600/DSC_6157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C8g5fw4fVCM/TmKp7rlsm7I/AAAAAAAABGE/P4_zhALgluU/s640/DSC_6157.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It started out with juice and sometimes milk, but now it is tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is full blown tea party speak..."Cheers!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3EUI5zQK8s/TmKpnx6HvKI/AAAAAAAABF8/gXjNkXZAFdg/s1600/DSC_6166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3EUI5zQK8s/TmKpnx6HvKI/AAAAAAAABF8/gXjNkXZAFdg/s640/DSC_6166.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tea party manners are a must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3btgy2SUcE/TmKpxR4K5XI/AAAAAAAABGA/3yZBkQMQuLM/s1600/DSC_6162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f3btgy2SUcE/TmKpxR4K5XI/AAAAAAAABGA/3yZBkQMQuLM/s640/DSC_6162.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now the 3rd sister gets to participate.&amp;nbsp; I believe she has gotten the hang of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i43msEFFDrA/TmKqFoqIpmI/AAAAAAAABGI/-2NRORL_IRU/s1600/DSC_6153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i43msEFFDrA/TmKqFoqIpmI/AAAAAAAABGI/-2NRORL_IRU/s640/DSC_6153.jpg" width="424px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love watching the tea parties with Nana.&amp;nbsp; And the girls love having them with her.&amp;nbsp; Memories are made that will last a lifetime.&amp;nbsp; And I am sure that one day when my girls have grandchildren, they will have tea parties with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6152606769204407062?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6152606769204407062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6152606769204407062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6152606769204407062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6152606769204407062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C8g5fw4fVCM/TmKp7rlsm7I/AAAAAAAABGE/P4_zhALgluU/s72-c/DSC_6157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6274746856143245240</id><published>2011-09-03T08:00:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T08:00:05.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love going home to visit family.&amp;nbsp; Most of my family lives in one area as well as JT's parents.&amp;nbsp; I love to see how the girls interact with each family member...what traits they may get from them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy a few photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-g-cfEsQYg/TmHQoMCWvWI/AAAAAAAABFc/bBiLoozQEwM/s1600/DSC_5552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-g-cfEsQYg/TmHQoMCWvWI/AAAAAAAABFc/bBiLoozQEwM/s640/DSC_5552.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEmGkYKcg00/TmHQ6mxsrlI/AAAAAAAABFg/pgBcqlk4vnc/s1600/DSC_5748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hcalLi042_M/TmHRisR9FzI/AAAAAAAABFs/LFfxb7EqJjQ/s1600/DSC_6185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hcalLi042_M/TmHRisR9FzI/AAAAAAAABFs/LFfxb7EqJjQ/s640/DSC_6185.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDNl5laMdP8/TmHRq7joR_I/AAAAAAAABFw/gkZEvV6rAm4/s1600/DSC_6190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDNl5laMdP8/TmHRq7joR_I/AAAAAAAABFw/gkZEvV6rAm4/s640/DSC_6190.jpg" width="424px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XclzqVciM3k/TmHRyEjyR1I/AAAAAAAABF0/N_3SAS7xRgs/s1600/DSC_6231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XclzqVciM3k/TmHRyEjyR1I/AAAAAAAABF0/N_3SAS7xRgs/s640/DSC_6231.jpg" width="424px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPwSQTsyx9c/TmHR59hVVuI/AAAAAAAABF4/9ZLIMof9DcU/s1600/DSC_6268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPwSQTsyx9c/TmHR59hVVuI/AAAAAAAABF4/9ZLIMof9DcU/s640/DSC_6268.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6274746856143245240?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6274746856143245240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6274746856143245240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6274746856143245240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6274746856143245240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-g-cfEsQYg/TmHQoMCWvWI/AAAAAAAABFc/bBiLoozQEwM/s72-c/DSC_5552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-1821304015050467363</id><published>2011-09-02T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:59:02.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, my baby girl turned 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is getting so big, and I am in a new stage of parenting...learning to let go a little...learning how to stop the attitude that comes with this age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being a mother is not easy.&amp;nbsp; It is no wonder more 1st born kids&amp;nbsp;don't come out messed up from all the mommy mess ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0iAlWebja0/TmG96GoARNI/AAAAAAAABFA/z8c22r-F1UE/s1600/DSC_6385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0iAlWebja0/TmG96GoARNI/AAAAAAAABFA/z8c22r-F1UE/s640/DSC_6385.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthdays are special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ate breakfast at IHOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate was a reoccurring theme through out Ella's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMeHzjhfVyY/TmG-EItzOkI/AAAAAAAABFE/Vns0bvjSxn4/s1600/DSC_6383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMeHzjhfVyY/TmG-EItzOkI/AAAAAAAABFE/Vns0bvjSxn4/s640/DSC_6383.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She wanted Chinese for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken fried rice (homemade), egg rolls and fortune cookies (not homemade).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tMYLj0q6bI/TmG-NoQSEOI/AAAAAAAABFI/kEbmOB0_hKY/s1600/DSC_6392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tMYLj0q6bI/TmG-NoQSEOI/AAAAAAAABFI/kEbmOB0_hKY/s640/DSC_6392.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Complete with chop sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy ate with a fork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I had to eat with chopsticks all the time, food would never make it to my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-iTbMA5HVk/TmG-XIydacI/AAAAAAAABFM/e3LOrad7GoY/s1600/DSC_6404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-iTbMA5HVk/TmG-XIydacI/AAAAAAAABFM/e3LOrad7GoY/s640/DSC_6404.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spiderman cupcakes for everyone (mom, dad, Olivia, and Sutton Grace).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girl fell in love with Spider man when she was 3 and still loves him today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94QaoFlIs2c/TmG-lvwoLXI/AAAAAAAABFQ/PgtGaGOrErQ/s1600/DSC_6395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94QaoFlIs2c/TmG-lvwoLXI/AAAAAAAABFQ/PgtGaGOrErQ/s640/DSC_6395.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday baby girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1A6P7f7ijEQ/TmG-zJwlP6I/AAAAAAAABFU/uq9cK8ycK_A/s1600/DSC_6429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1A6P7f7ijEQ/TmG-zJwlP6I/AAAAAAAABFU/uq9cK8ycK_A/s640/DSC_6429.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What did Ella want for her cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A bowl of CHOCOLATE icing...and that is just what she got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fB0-2uFcvik/TmG-9PSy8RI/AAAAAAAABFY/MS8--ISo2hI/s1600/DSC_6448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fB0-2uFcvik/TmG-9PSy8RI/AAAAAAAABFY/MS8--ISo2hI/s640/DSC_6448.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-1821304015050467363?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/1821304015050467363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=1821304015050467363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1821304015050467363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/1821304015050467363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/09/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0iAlWebja0/TmG96GoARNI/AAAAAAAABFA/z8c22r-F1UE/s72-c/DSC_6385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7961187823997418627</id><published>2011-08-17T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:41:29.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Family, Are You Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you are...but are you really ready for all &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;Turner's to come to your house?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you really know what you are in for?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say goodbye to your peace and quiet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because we are loud, crazy, moody, restless...of course we are AMAZING too...there will be crying, stomping, and pouting (maybe not just from the kids).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We (JT and I) do our best to control the amount of chaos that goes on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have been working on the table manners and manners in general...I don't want you all thinking they were raised in a barn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But never fear...we are only in town for a little while...it won't be long if the noise level gets too much for you.&amp;nbsp; We try to control it, but well, we have 4 kids...girls...with emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last time we were there, we had 3.&amp;nbsp; Ella and Olivia weren't so grown up...and Sutton Grace was just a baby baby.&amp;nbsp; Ella and Olivia are growing and very opinionated...and Sutton...well, GOOD LUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;This is your warning....&lt;strong&gt;brace yourselves&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(If by some chance, they behave like perfect angels...just know that this is not normal and there was probably a bribe involved.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7961187823997418627?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7961187823997418627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7961187823997418627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7961187823997418627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7961187823997418627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-family-are-you-ready.html' title='Dear Family, Are You Ready?'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6647342250235867482</id><published>2011-08-13T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:24:37.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Friday...Or Saturday: Edible Finger Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I know I promised this yesterday, but we had an unexpected family day out, and I will take those days over blogging any day!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This school year, I have added a craft/art/project day that will be every Friday.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't have anything to do with what we are learning...it is just a chance for the girls to have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I will do my best to share it with you all too.&amp;nbsp; I get my inspiration from all over the Internet and I will link where I get those projects.&amp;nbsp; I am not too creative to come up with my own most of the time, but I do like to be creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, this past week, we made &lt;a href="http://easiepeasie.blogspot.com/2010/07/homemade-finger-paints.html"&gt;Edible Finger Paint&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcJpzalKrsY/Tkb6tbCr8aI/AAAAAAAABD8/rQzVC-ANrSo/s1600/DSC_4821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcJpzalKrsY/Tkb6tbCr8aI/AAAAAAAABD8/rQzVC-ANrSo/s640/DSC_4821.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I followed &lt;a href="http://easiepeasie.blogspot.com/2010/07/homemade-finger-paints.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;recipe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When is calls for stirring, it takes awhile...so I got the girls to help while I cleaned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and I kept my heat on medium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc6ylChRJBs/Tkb61Yg7DrI/AAAAAAAABEA/Wh1B0Hk1ohM/s1600/DSC_4804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc6ylChRJBs/Tkb61Yg7DrI/AAAAAAAABEA/Wh1B0Hk1ohM/s640/DSC_4804.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is ready when it looks like this...like wax that is in the process of melting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pR6_B6cSvss/Tkb67ANL9II/AAAAAAAABEE/lZ76BJAHWhw/s1600/DSC_4796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pR6_B6cSvss/Tkb67ANL9II/AAAAAAAABEE/lZ76BJAHWhw/s640/DSC_4796.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To speed up the cooling process, I took the pot outside.&amp;nbsp; You can do this when you live in Alaska :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fvxTd8nSSEg/Tkb7Ce53k4I/AAAAAAAABEI/9DcoL9TOhjA/s1600/DSC_4813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fvxTd8nSSEg/Tkb7Ce53k4I/AAAAAAAABEI/9DcoL9TOhjA/s640/DSC_4813.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do while waiting for it to cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feed the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmE1OVsAM1o/Tkb7JcqTeOI/AAAAAAAABEM/XnWXnGfC4MA/s1600/DSC_4831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmE1OVsAM1o/Tkb7JcqTeOI/AAAAAAAABEM/XnWXnGfC4MA/s640/DSC_4831.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then EVIL LAUGH because you know you aren't suppose to and hope by laughing it makes it all ok.&amp;nbsp; In this case, it did.&amp;nbsp; I was laughing too...so you get a blurry picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdrC063Vj74/Tkb7PFPv7YI/AAAAAAAABEQ/6UtOVJP11Kg/s1600/DSC_4844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdrC063Vj74/Tkb7PFPv7YI/AAAAAAAABEQ/6UtOVJP11Kg/s640/DSC_4844.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was too rainy that day to do what I wanted to do with the paint, so we waited for a few days.&amp;nbsp; The weatherman promised us sun later in the week (which isn't saying much).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To get the amount of paint I did, I followed the recipe but x4.&amp;nbsp; You can do the same for however many colors you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now...Paint and get messy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_pVHvVIoGk/Tkb7YjwVftI/AAAAAAAABEU/a6WmgBXQNRo/s1600/DSC_5203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_pVHvVIoGk/Tkb7YjwVftI/AAAAAAAABEU/a6WmgBXQNRo/s640/DSC_5203.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why edible paint?&amp;nbsp; Well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOi-mXWYeHs/Tkb7fvuhOcI/AAAAAAAABEY/eexxyRDKpHk/s1600/DSC_5262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOi-mXWYeHs/Tkb7fvuhOcI/AAAAAAAABEY/eexxyRDKpHk/s640/DSC_5262.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's go paint balling...scoop a big glob out of the jars...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMA4sA-dhNw/Tkb7mwiJYlI/AAAAAAAABEc/ON96U9SUd60/s1600/DSC_5343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMA4sA-dhNw/Tkb7mwiJYlI/AAAAAAAABEc/ON96U9SUd60/s640/DSC_5343.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And throw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpZT9pzsK3c/Tkb7vOpfWTI/AAAAAAAABEg/nA0GYPO3Vnk/s1600/DSC_5307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpZT9pzsK3c/Tkb7vOpfWTI/AAAAAAAABEg/nA0GYPO3Vnk/s640/DSC_5307.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is finished!&amp;nbsp; They had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu7Jl6ROYlU/Tkb753MEZiI/AAAAAAAABEk/efIWybNyrwQ/s1600/DSC_5320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu7Jl6ROYlU/Tkb753MEZiI/AAAAAAAABEk/efIWybNyrwQ/s640/DSC_5320.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...not finished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Yes, we are all really that white...Alaskan white...we can tan, but we don't get the chance up here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShwEBMQSAPY/Tkb8GfYilOI/AAAAAAAABEo/WiNRd5w9zao/s1600/DSC_5397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShwEBMQSAPY/Tkb8GfYilOI/AAAAAAAABEo/WiNRd5w9zao/s640/DSC_5397.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sticky, messy, gooey hands!&amp;nbsp; She was not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8irz2BzEiAg/Tkb8Lr2LOdI/AAAAAAAABEs/pX_OawzkseY/s1600/DSC_5258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8irz2BzEiAg/Tkb8Lr2LOdI/AAAAAAAABEs/pX_OawzkseY/s640/DSC_5258.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I told her to get over it and have fun.&amp;nbsp; Mean mom...I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UIa1Vew1wU/Tkb8UrbAStI/AAAAAAAABEw/n_2D0WP2ZTs/s1600/DSC_5373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UIa1Vew1wU/Tkb8UrbAStI/AAAAAAAABEw/n_2D0WP2ZTs/s640/DSC_5373.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So...we chase our sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mP1CkAYdgx0/Tkb8b7EGmyI/AAAAAAAABE0/M74pz0siGFI/s1600/DSC_5408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mP1CkAYdgx0/Tkb8b7EGmyI/AAAAAAAABE0/M74pz0siGFI/s640/DSC_5408.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And she chases back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0rvFL0qTG8/Tkb8g3ngn-I/AAAAAAAABE4/3aaPgw8m7Ok/s1600/DSC_5414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0rvFL0qTG8/Tkb8g3ngn-I/AAAAAAAABE4/3aaPgw8m7Ok/s640/DSC_5414.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A truce called...or "uncle"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sOXZYk4q2Fg/Tkb8o1JS5xI/AAAAAAAABE8/DSV5wxSpwcI/s1600/DSC_5415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sOXZYk4q2Fg/Tkb8o1JS5xI/AAAAAAAABE8/DSV5wxSpwcI/s640/DSC_5415.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had fun, and I did too.&amp;nbsp; It is sooooo messy.&amp;nbsp; If you do this with your kids, expect paint to get a few places.&amp;nbsp; I got them in the shower to clean them.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't hose them off...we have arctic cold water coming out our water hoses.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;tip&lt;/strong&gt;: if you want to save your paints and use them again, you can.&amp;nbsp; Just stir well when you open the jar and add a little water to it, if you need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6647342250235867482?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6647342250235867482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6647342250235867482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6647342250235867482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6647342250235867482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/08/make-it-fridayor-saturday-edible-finger.html' title='Make It Friday...Or Saturday: Edible Finger Paint'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcJpzalKrsY/Tkb6tbCr8aI/AAAAAAAABD8/rQzVC-ANrSo/s72-c/DSC_4821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4753442363858958172</id><published>2011-08-11T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:22:57.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More on what we did this week, tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But for now, here is a&amp;nbsp;sneak peak&amp;nbsp;at it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxCbtm8Lq0k/TkTUNfTygCI/AAAAAAAABD4/-MgSBuy7Fnk/s1600/DSC_5223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxCbtm8Lq0k/TkTUNfTygCI/AAAAAAAABD4/-MgSBuy7Fnk/s640/DSC_5223.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is that on Sutton's head???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is just a pink soccer ball that was until our Chesapeake got ahold of&amp;nbsp;it.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4753442363858958172?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4753442363858958172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4753442363858958172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4753442363858958172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4753442363858958172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/08/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxCbtm8Lq0k/TkTUNfTygCI/AAAAAAAABD4/-MgSBuy7Fnk/s72-c/DSC_5223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7726244821259869779</id><published>2011-08-06T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:28:28.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, we celebrated 2 months with this sweet baby.&amp;nbsp; Well, we didn't actually celebrate.&amp;nbsp; If it was up to Ella we would have...cake and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUetP2-nKEo/Tj4sKeZbusI/AAAAAAAABDs/A-miyBBe8r4/s1600/DSC_4499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUetP2-nKEo/Tj4sKeZbusI/AAAAAAAABDs/A-miyBBe8r4/s640/DSC_4499.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is getting more and more use to her little body outside of mommy's.&amp;nbsp; She is calming down and interacting a lot more with me...and more recently, her daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fg9P3N2vgaY/Tj4sUW4hoFI/AAAAAAAABDw/0o06VFLuzjA/s1600/DSC_4594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fg9P3N2vgaY/Tj4sUW4hoFI/AAAAAAAABDw/0o06VFLuzjA/s640/DSC_4594.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But we still have our moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1MoWEQ7Mz4/Tj4sfbY9RZI/AAAAAAAABD0/xvUpcuadQnM/s1600/DSC_4614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W1MoWEQ7Mz4/Tj4sfbY9RZI/AAAAAAAABD0/xvUpcuadQnM/s640/DSC_4614.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't trade this sweet thing for all the quiet babies in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a wonderful addition to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7726244821259869779?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7726244821259869779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7726244821259869779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7726244821259869779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7726244821259869779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUetP2-nKEo/Tj4sKeZbusI/AAAAAAAABDs/A-miyBBe8r4/s72-c/DSC_4499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6372942407559080</id><published>2011-08-03T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:25:12.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN1CONdJwEs/TjniqjQrupI/AAAAAAAABDo/YLUqCetfZBQ/s1600/DSC_4441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN1CONdJwEs/TjniqjQrupI/AAAAAAAABDo/YLUqCetfZBQ/s640/DSC_4441.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started school this week.&amp;nbsp; I took this on Olivia's first day as a Kindergartner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think she really knew what to expect, but she has done really well.&amp;nbsp; She is a fast learner and just like I have expected, she has picked up everything I have taught her fast.&amp;nbsp; And she is even picking up on some of Ella's school faster than Ella.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor Ella, it just takes her a little longer, but she gets it.&amp;nbsp; Both she and I are learning patience.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For both of them, I am using Saxon Phonics and Math.&amp;nbsp; I loved the Math curriculum so much that I looked into their Phonics for Ella.&amp;nbsp; She is a slow reader.&amp;nbsp; And in a traditional school, she would get left behind.&amp;nbsp; We thought about doing 1st grade all over again, but she excels in all the other subjects.&amp;nbsp; So, she is in 2nd grade, but we are doing 1st grade phonics.&amp;nbsp; She will fly through this program.&amp;nbsp; But it is teaching her how to read in a way that makes more sense to her.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping to be finished with it by Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I am confident that at the end of the school year she will be reading at a 2nd grade level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of school year, JT and I have decided to do school year round.&amp;nbsp; I can just hear the "UGHs".&amp;nbsp; I never thought I would do it.&amp;nbsp; I always loved having a long break during the summer.&amp;nbsp; But I have set up the school year so the kids are getting a break once a month and still getting a good bit of time off in the summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What made me do this?&amp;nbsp; Well, the girls do well when we do school.&amp;nbsp; They obey more, are more respectful of JT and I and each other.&amp;nbsp; Also, Ella seems to get burned out after days on end of school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we are giving it a go.&amp;nbsp; They will still have the same amount of days as everyone else...180, but with breaks at different times of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ella is very excited about this school year.&amp;nbsp; Olivia is also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do their Math and Phonics with them separately.&amp;nbsp; They both get one on one time with me, while the other plays with Sutton.&amp;nbsp; Although, today, Sutton was right there with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Science and History is done together.&amp;nbsp; For Ella it is a must, but for Olivia, it is&amp;nbsp;optional.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Kindergarten it is a must to read, read, read and play, play, play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure this year will be better than the last 2.&amp;nbsp; And I am very thankful that I will only have 2 in school for awhile before the little girls start.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6372942407559080?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6372942407559080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6372942407559080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6372942407559080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6372942407559080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN1CONdJwEs/TjniqjQrupI/AAAAAAAABDo/YLUqCetfZBQ/s72-c/DSC_4441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3381764306054955653</id><published>2011-08-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:44:50.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I normally do my grocery shopping and cleaning&amp;nbsp;during the week, so that on the weekends we can spend time together as a family, and there are no chores or errands to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because of this, I have all the kids with me pretty much all the time.&amp;nbsp; 3 kids at the store...no big deal...4 is another story (atleast with my 4 on this day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all know by now that Campbell is a screamer.&amp;nbsp; And Sutton Grace...well, let's just say it is her way or the highway.&amp;nbsp; Ella and Olivia have been around long enough to know how to act at the store, but on this particular day....I was THAT mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had Campbell in the wrap....she was, of course, screaming.&amp;nbsp; She screamed so much, she blew out her diaper...which made her scream more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3yXV192l5I/TjiSK1FF5wI/AAAAAAAABDY/8BaBDIv3N0I/s1600/DSC_2533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3yXV192l5I/TjiSK1FF5wI/AAAAAAAABDY/8BaBDIv3N0I/s640/DSC_2533.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton Grace was NOT happy she had to sit in the cart strapped in.&amp;nbsp; So, along with going into convulsions, she repeatedly threw her shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEFAtyGop4g/TjiSb59uavI/AAAAAAAABDc/p782uxSDnmE/s1600/DSC_2692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEFAtyGop4g/TjiSb59uavI/AAAAAAAABDc/p782uxSDnmE/s640/DSC_2692.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one was pouting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0ZSPJJlaUY/TjiShgDYVmI/AAAAAAAABDg/Ot_y2fB2OJs/s1600/DSC_1994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0ZSPJJlaUY/TjiShgDYVmI/AAAAAAAABDg/Ot_y2fB2OJs/s640/DSC_1994.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this one was in her own world, not staying near me, and then running in front of or into people when she realized I was down the aisle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JULRxU4ENqc/TjiSq8YhvMI/AAAAAAAABDk/FIJl9LZrExw/s1600/DSC_1534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JULRxU4ENqc/TjiSq8YhvMI/AAAAAAAABDk/FIJl9LZrExw/s640/DSC_1534.jpg" t$="true" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was THAT mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got sympathetic looks...but all I wanted to do was tell them off for even looking at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got the looks of "why did you bring your kids to the store?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got the looks of "oh my, she can't control those kids"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would hear, "someone isn't happy."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was near the end of my store run and what did I see?&amp;nbsp; The line was wrapped around the store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I almost lost it in the store!&amp;nbsp; I wanted to call JT at work and have him come rescue me.&amp;nbsp; I thought about leaving the cart and running.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But then Campbell finally stopped screaming, and Sutton came to terms with the fact she was not going to get her way.&amp;nbsp; And Ella and Olivia hung onto the cart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finished my shopping, but my nerves were fried!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't go with all of them by myself anymore (atleast for a few more months).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I go with just the baby and JT watches the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;During my last trip to the store, there was another mom who was "That Mom".&amp;nbsp; The cashier and bagger said, "wow, someone isn't happy at all", with some disgust in their voices.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They then looked&amp;nbsp;at Campbell, who was asleep in her carseat ( I have learned to go during her long nap), with approval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I then told them I was "that mom" 2 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were in line at Walmart and Campbell was...you guessed it....screaming.&amp;nbsp; But this time JT was with me, so I didn't feel the need to crawl under something til it all stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was able to have a sense of humor over the events that took place as I watch this lady go from standing behind us in line to check out to another line that was longer so she didn't have to be near the woman with a screaming baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I laughed and told JT that I was "that mom" no one wants to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh...well...sometimes all you can do is smile even when you want to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3381764306054955653?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3381764306054955653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3381764306054955653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3381764306054955653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3381764306054955653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-mom.html' title='That Mom'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3yXV192l5I/TjiSK1FF5wI/AAAAAAAABDY/8BaBDIv3N0I/s72-c/DSC_2533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2455754492882478756</id><published>2011-07-31T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:49:39.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a totally different post in mind for tonight, but for some reason my camera didn't load all my pictures onto the computer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am too tired to figure it out....so for now....I leave you with this cute pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IK3uDFIPkJI/TjZZ5kv8GRI/AAAAAAAABDU/yW2SULvJT0M/s1600/DSC_4232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IK3uDFIPkJI/TjZZ5kv8GRI/AAAAAAAABDU/yW2SULvJT0M/s640/DSC_4232.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will be in a frame forever in their room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2455754492882478756?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2455754492882478756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2455754492882478756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2455754492882478756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2455754492882478756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/sister-love.html' title='Sister Love'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IK3uDFIPkJI/TjZZ5kv8GRI/AAAAAAAABDU/yW2SULvJT0M/s72-c/DSC_4232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3985617023109377267</id><published>2011-07-27T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:59:52.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am getting a lot of these looks lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This tells me that I obviously do not know more than she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure I will get many, many, many, many more of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-log5IG3gt7Q/TjChFi-bm9I/AAAAAAAABDQ/JzPw3bnwM30/s1600/DSC_2886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-log5IG3gt7Q/TjChFi-bm9I/AAAAAAAABDQ/JzPw3bnwM30/s640/DSC_2886.jpg" t$="true" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3985617023109377267?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3985617023109377267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3985617023109377267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3985617023109377267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3985617023109377267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/looks.html' title='Looks'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-log5IG3gt7Q/TjChFi-bm9I/AAAAAAAABDQ/JzPw3bnwM30/s72-c/DSC_2886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-5795726600370610203</id><published>2011-07-22T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:14:59.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you ask my husband, he did not turn 30 today.&amp;nbsp; He turned 20-10.&amp;nbsp; That is probably very accurate.&amp;nbsp; While 30 isn't "old".&amp;nbsp; It is that magic number we all dread at some point when we are younger.&amp;nbsp; My husband is still very young at heart and will probably always be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, Happy 20-10 babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIJtLQROBes/TipzcMWW8jI/AAAAAAAABC8/AzUWZGECbvA/s1600/DSC_3772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIJtLQROBes/TipzcMWW8jI/AAAAAAAABC8/AzUWZGECbvA/s640/DSC_3772.jpg" t$="true" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;By the way...I cooked an amazing dinner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All from scratch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just say, I will never buy a lasagna or cheese cake again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just had to toot my own horn for a second.&amp;nbsp; Those amazing meals don't happen that often.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-5795726600370610203?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/5795726600370610203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=5795726600370610203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5795726600370610203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5795726600370610203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/20-10.html' title='20-10'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIJtLQROBes/TipzcMWW8jI/AAAAAAAABC8/AzUWZGECbvA/s72-c/DSC_3772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4687545629671506616</id><published>2011-07-18T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:40:50.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutton Grace and the Water Hose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Mine. Mine. Miiiiinnnuuhh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxKutfGnrFI/TiTrpsqYqgI/AAAAAAAABCo/vk8Cwz3wbQ4/s1600/DSC_3476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxKutfGnrFI/TiTrpsqYqgI/AAAAAAAABCo/vk8Cwz3wbQ4/s640/DSC_3476.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever seen such multi-tasking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diKbtD04Z9c/TiTrzgMbUII/AAAAAAAABCs/XxeIiP38EjY/s1600/DSC_3335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diKbtD04Z9c/TiTrzgMbUII/AAAAAAAABCs/XxeIiP38EjY/s640/DSC_3335.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those eyes say she is thinking about doing something she shouldn't...(her daddy has the same look).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGqFVwaUvnA/TiTr_oMCBkI/AAAAAAAABCw/jRGS61oZ1nQ/s1600/DSC_3428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGqFVwaUvnA/TiTr_oMCBkI/AAAAAAAABCw/jRGS61oZ1nQ/s640/DSC_3428.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is all fun and games til...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-Jylkvhwxg/TiTsQRcKg2I/AAAAAAAABC0/EA5p54lOkMc/s1600/DSC_3403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-Jylkvhwxg/TiTsQRcKg2I/AAAAAAAABC0/EA5p54lOkMc/s640/DSC_3403.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;someone gets splashed in the eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10y8RunB-TU/TiTsglfGEXI/AAAAAAAABC4/akfiBdSI8Hk/s1600/DSC_3477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10y8RunB-TU/TiTsglfGEXI/AAAAAAAABC4/akfiBdSI8Hk/s640/DSC_3477.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4687545629671506616?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4687545629671506616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4687545629671506616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4687545629671506616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4687545629671506616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/sutton-grace-and-water-hose.html' title='Sutton Grace and the Water Hose'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cxKutfGnrFI/TiTrpsqYqgI/AAAAAAAABCo/vk8Cwz3wbQ4/s72-c/DSC_3476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-413358095502270108</id><published>2011-07-16T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:04:47.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our first baby is growing up.&amp;nbsp; She will be 7 soon.&amp;nbsp; Her Daddy and I are having a hard time coming to that realization...we have to let loose of the ropes a bit...give her more independence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is a beautiful person and full of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is going on 6 going on 16.&amp;nbsp; Teaching and training this age is different than the others.&amp;nbsp; We are learning right along with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Ella Bell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you "more than the outer spaces". - that is what she&amp;nbsp;says when she tells us she loves us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Czvy46fcmmQ/TiJ3orTkdsI/AAAAAAAABCk/HEHxJ2Wcy0M/s1600/DSC_3147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Czvy46fcmmQ/TiJ3orTkdsI/AAAAAAAABCk/HEHxJ2Wcy0M/s640/DSC_3147.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-413358095502270108?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/413358095502270108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=413358095502270108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/413358095502270108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/413358095502270108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/ella.html' title='Ella'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Czvy46fcmmQ/TiJ3orTkdsI/AAAAAAAABCk/HEHxJ2Wcy0M/s72-c/DSC_3147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-7350874736286107871</id><published>2011-07-15T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T19:59:36.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is beginning to have more and more moments of calm when she is awake.&amp;nbsp; And it is nice.&amp;nbsp; Sleep is getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope I am not jinxing myself right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKyoUa2KiHQ/TiELscHW9uI/AAAAAAAABCc/hSrmpyaNbqA/s1600/DSC_2745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKyoUa2KiHQ/TiELscHW9uI/AAAAAAAABCc/hSrmpyaNbqA/s640/DSC_2745.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8E5CVMqH6M/TiEL0FrAKmI/AAAAAAAABCg/-8Dq9Cusdoc/s1600/DSC_2879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8E5CVMqH6M/TiEL0FrAKmI/AAAAAAAABCg/-8Dq9Cusdoc/s640/DSC_2879.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-7350874736286107871?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/7350874736286107871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=7350874736286107871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7350874736286107871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/7350874736286107871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweet-moments.html' title='Sweet Moments'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKyoUa2KiHQ/TiELscHW9uI/AAAAAAAABCc/hSrmpyaNbqA/s72-c/DSC_2745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3642282155027146435</id><published>2011-07-11T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:45:42.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 wks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This best describe Campbell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She cries.&amp;nbsp; A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully, this is not my first crying baby...Ella was worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This will pass.&amp;nbsp; It is temporary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am glad I know there is an end to all the crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OVXPcoVybb4/ThvdXemieuI/AAAAAAAABCY/vi0wvVFr2Cw/s1600/DSC_2358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OVXPcoVybb4/ThvdXemieuI/AAAAAAAABCY/vi0wvVFr2Cw/s640/DSC_2358.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you love the tie-dye I am rockin'?&amp;nbsp; Ella and Olivia thought I sewed all the colors together.&amp;nbsp; HA!&amp;nbsp; Then, they got mad, because they thought I broke into our tie-dye kit without them and did a shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope, just kickin' it old school...takin' it back to the high school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I told Ella that is was from high school, she said, "Wow, you can still fit into it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Ella for always lifting me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later on she decided to tell me my stretch marks looked funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3642282155027146435?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3642282155027146435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3642282155027146435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3642282155027146435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3642282155027146435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/5-wks.html' title='5 wks'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OVXPcoVybb4/ThvdXemieuI/AAAAAAAABCY/vi0wvVFr2Cw/s72-c/DSC_2358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-5019143199929641250</id><published>2011-07-10T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:24:21.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be Gentle"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to get a few pictures of Campbell in the quilt my grandmother made for her...and I had a little help.&amp;nbsp; Sutton Grace loves her baby, but I am constantly saying "be gentle".&amp;nbsp; She is good most of the time...except when she lays on top of her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qbdZBewoTM/ThqQ72h1cwI/AAAAAAAABCI/t_RTE8kA6jU/s1600/DSC_2237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qbdZBewoTM/ThqQ72h1cwI/AAAAAAAABCI/t_RTE8kA6jU/s640/DSC_2237.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YG57qitBu5o/ThqRy_Z491I/AAAAAAAABCM/tG1zA6BvDDU/s1600/DSC_2256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YG57qitBu5o/ThqRy_Z491I/AAAAAAAABCM/tG1zA6BvDDU/s640/DSC_2256.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9Lytedd2kc/ThqS1MeIf9I/AAAAAAAABCQ/zD2GIueo8y8/s1600/DSC_2263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9Lytedd2kc/ThqS1MeIf9I/AAAAAAAABCQ/zD2GIueo8y8/s640/DSC_2263.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9X370ArSNis/ThqT9MfjJKI/AAAAAAAABCU/wrl3yKIAQC4/s1600/DSC_2244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9X370ArSNis/ThqT9MfjJKI/AAAAAAAABCU/wrl3yKIAQC4/s640/DSC_2244.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-5019143199929641250?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/5019143199929641250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=5019143199929641250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5019143199929641250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5019143199929641250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-gentle.html' title='&quot;Be Gentle&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qbdZBewoTM/ThqQ72h1cwI/AAAAAAAABCI/t_RTE8kA6jU/s72-c/DSC_2237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3201412498153466188</id><published>2011-07-06T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:12:35.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cure for Homesickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been homesick a lot lately...homesick for where I grew up, my family and my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is hard at times, especially having a newborn, to be so far away from family.&amp;nbsp; Alaska is so different from the south, and I just want a taste of life as I knew it growing up...to show my kids what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But we live here, and we will be making a trip back home soon enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, when I am feeling homesick, the best cure for me is to get out and enjoy outdoor Alaska.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE to be outside and explore new places.&amp;nbsp; Today, we went to a park in south Anchorage...Kincaid Park.&amp;nbsp; It has the largest population of moose in Anchorage...we didn't see any...THANK GOODNESS!&amp;nbsp; I never want to run into one on foot especially with my children with me.&amp;nbsp; We loaded up the girl's bikes and the baby stroller and headed out on a trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-860eMnYpVMs/ThVI874nMxI/AAAAAAAABBo/MJfMhx93-7M/s1600/DSC_2053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-860eMnYpVMs/ThVI874nMxI/AAAAAAAABBo/MJfMhx93-7M/s640/DSC_2053.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A trail that was short and dead ended in an overlook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVETXNy7Vdg/ThVJFyhHiLI/AAAAAAAABBs/S3L1w9HTA_M/s1600/DSC_2030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVETXNy7Vdg/ThVJFyhHiLI/AAAAAAAABBs/S3L1w9HTA_M/s640/DSC_2030.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is the bay (behind my goofball of a husband, who I love and adore).&amp;nbsp; When you fly into Anchorage, that is what you fly over...the bay...not my goofball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8xoFslAFZ4/ThVJNH5tvLI/AAAAAAAABBw/c-XJjKhYjH8/s1600/DSC_2034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8xoFslAFZ4/ThVJNH5tvLI/AAAAAAAABBw/c-XJjKhYjH8/s640/DSC_2034.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton Grace was NOT happy about being stuck, as she puts it, in her stroller.&amp;nbsp; And yes, I can understand what she says even with her "pa pa" in her mouth.&amp;nbsp; I speak fluent Sutton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5trFJbZP9k/ThVJXkdLawI/AAAAAAAABB0/-suTU8ABMY8/s1600/DSC_2036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d5trFJbZP9k/ThVJXkdLawI/AAAAAAAABB0/-suTU8ABMY8/s640/DSC_2036.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We found another trail that was down hill, so we put up the bikes and headed down.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ok_xJ1AL-0/ThVJkWtPKfI/AAAAAAAABB4/DJKzP9Wo1z8/s1600/DSC_2107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ok_xJ1AL-0/ThVJkWtPKfI/AAAAAAAABB4/DJKzP9Wo1z8/s640/DSC_2107.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Someone made her own trail...since we let her walk, we had to constantly keep her on track.&amp;nbsp; She is VERY stubborn, and it was a little hard to keep her with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zM4hm5La20/ThVJr7yt7wI/AAAAAAAABB8/FwD7_-9FhWs/s1600/DSC_2096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zM4hm5La20/ThVJr7yt7wI/AAAAAAAABB8/FwD7_-9FhWs/s640/DSC_2096.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So...she ended up on my shoulders...which she wasn't happy about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We turned around and went back towards the car.&amp;nbsp; My wonderful&amp;nbsp;dream of taking a nice family hike through a park was shattered, by "I'm hungry", "There are bugs", "I am tired", etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will tell you, I was sweating carrying a toddler on my shoulders and a baby in my wrap up the hill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I might add...I can walk, hike, run anywhere in flip flops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgH5kX4iGSI/ThVJ74nwTLI/AAAAAAAABCA/X3ElJimM-Z4/s1600/DSC_2111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgH5kX4iGSI/ThVJ74nwTLI/AAAAAAAABCA/X3ElJimM-Z4/s640/DSC_2111.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though there was a lot of complaining...I had fun...and for now, I am not as homesick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3201412498153466188?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3201412498153466188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3201412498153466188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3201412498153466188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3201412498153466188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-cure-for-homesickness.html' title='My Cure for Homesickness'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-860eMnYpVMs/ThVI874nMxI/AAAAAAAABBo/MJfMhx93-7M/s72-c/DSC_2053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-6386889690155299257</id><published>2011-07-05T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:57:12.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More on school in a minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Campbell at 3wks.&amp;nbsp; Since most (all) of our family is nowhere near us, I decided to post weekly pictures of Campbell.&amp;nbsp; When I look back on the pictures of the rest of my girls, they changed so much between baby and now.&amp;nbsp; I want our family to see the progression.&amp;nbsp; I wish I did this with Sutton, because she looks nothing like she did when she was a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXlpAhrUYIk/ThQEXzgXSYI/AAAAAAAABBc/NS-XoCVVrFo/s1600/DSC_1614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXlpAhrUYIk/ThQEXzgXSYI/AAAAAAAABBc/NS-XoCVVrFo/s640/DSC_1614.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4wks...she is a little more alert...she is a hard baby for me, but not as hard as Ella was.&amp;nbsp; She cries a lot when she is awake, and she nurses a lot at night.&amp;nbsp; Sleep is rare in the house right now, and some days I feel like a zombie.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am thankful I am a seasoned mother right now, because I have not let sleep deprivation get to me...too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FAExK9-fmUw/ThQEeXyaN2I/AAAAAAAABBg/U5zeKYumLtM/s1600/DSC_2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FAExK9-fmUw/ThQEeXyaN2I/AAAAAAAABBg/U5zeKYumLtM/s640/DSC_2004.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who is going to school?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDpn17NvRfU/ThQEi4czJFI/AAAAAAAABBk/tHcAa4wn7UM/s1600/DSC_2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDpn17NvRfU/ThQEi4czJFI/AAAAAAAABBk/tHcAa4wn7UM/s640/DSC_2014.jpg" width="238px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would be the hubby!&amp;nbsp; He had his first class tonight...math...yuck!&amp;nbsp; But he is great at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is also taking an English class.&amp;nbsp; ﻿Once he gets these classes out of the way, he will be able to transfer all his military education into college credits.&amp;nbsp; Then we will see how much he will have left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is trying to advance his career, and I am so proud of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-6386889690155299257?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/6386889690155299257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=6386889690155299257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6386889690155299257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/6386889690155299257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXlpAhrUYIk/ThQEXzgXSYI/AAAAAAAABBc/NS-XoCVVrFo/s72-c/DSC_1614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2500319502818643531</id><published>2011-07-02T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T22:06:33.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Said "Yes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know as moms we always feel like we are saying "no".&amp;nbsp; Well, I do at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I get that mommy guilt, especially when it is a simple request, but time or circumstances don't allow for it at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after Campbell was born, I seemed to say "no" a lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, when the girls asked me to build&amp;nbsp;a tent...I said "yes", but truth be told it took me a day to build it.&amp;nbsp; Between feeding and holding a baby...taking care of an immobile husband, 2 dogs and the rest of the kids....meal time...I just forgot about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I did do it, so that night when they asked to sleep in it, I said "yes" again.&amp;nbsp; They were so excited!&amp;nbsp; I mean how could I not say yes?&amp;nbsp; It took me more than a day to build it, and when I did, it was so close to bed time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They got to sleep in it for 2 nights...it was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope to say "Yes" a little more around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1TVzmpdG61s/ThAElJY-X4I/AAAAAAAABBY/6MugT9Tzrlc/s1600/DSC_1588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1TVzmpdG61s/ThAElJY-X4I/AAAAAAAABBY/6MugT9Tzrlc/s640/DSC_1588.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And by they way, this was taken at midnight....there is a lot of light sun shining in their room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2500319502818643531?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2500319502818643531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2500319502818643531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2500319502818643531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2500319502818643531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-said-yes.html' title='I Just Said &quot;Yes&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1TVzmpdG61s/ThAElJY-X4I/AAAAAAAABBY/6MugT9Tzrlc/s72-c/DSC_1588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2497565701729664164</id><published>2011-06-28T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:56:08.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We took a walk in the woods today (which makes me very nervous...why?...oh...the bear...the moose...), and it was lovely!&amp;nbsp; I wanted us to get out and enjoy the "warm" weather.&amp;nbsp; Our summer is so short, and I want to soak up every moment of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I dream of living in warmer place where we can get out doors a lot more.&amp;nbsp; I love being outside and so do the kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So...we walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOxI2k5DJPo/TgrIZdw-uII/AAAAAAAABAw/PWYycdxoAY4/s1600/DSC_1840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOxI2k5DJPo/TgrIZdw-uII/AAAAAAAABAw/PWYycdxoAY4/s640/DSC_1840.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and all 4 kiddos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hF8o2SU8Xw/TgrIe5qlmUI/AAAAAAAABA0/48eel3NYtOs/s1600/DSC_1695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="568px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hF8o2SU8Xw/TgrIe5qlmUI/AAAAAAAABA0/48eel3NYtOs/s640/DSC_1695.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They enjoyed the freedom to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyB4J_O6Tfo/TgrImIoWEJI/AAAAAAAABA4/Su4DXazCuwE/s1600/DSC_1677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyB4J_O6Tfo/TgrImIoWEJI/AAAAAAAABA4/Su4DXazCuwE/s640/DSC_1677.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This look says, "I am up to something".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8j60GWq6--4/TgrItxMVGAI/AAAAAAAABA8/qSydSLEIXLg/s1600/DSC_1712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8j60GWq6--4/TgrItxMVGAI/AAAAAAAABA8/qSydSLEIXLg/s640/DSC_1712.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This look says, "Mom, stop telling me to look at the camera.&amp;nbsp; I want to run".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js_5YIFZkok/TgrI0r51LhI/AAAAAAAABBA/g_x2_FCRuy8/s1600/DSC_1730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js_5YIFZkok/TgrI0r51LhI/AAAAAAAABBA/g_x2_FCRuy8/s640/DSC_1730.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This look says, "Take a picture of me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, when did she grow up? *tear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUjFYjmX40M/TgrI7lM2phI/AAAAAAAABBE/f8LbCoV0Gwc/s1600/DSC_1763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUjFYjmX40M/TgrI7lM2phI/AAAAAAAABBE/f8LbCoV0Gwc/s640/DSC_1763.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers where picked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVN9g4vSD9s/TgrJE2LqW1I/AAAAAAAABBI/N4cNRxYsARQ/s1600/DSC_1787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVN9g4vSD9s/TgrJE2LqW1I/AAAAAAAABBI/N4cNRxYsARQ/s640/DSC_1787.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They "entertained" my request for pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVnpfUFuOQI/TgrJayeZAgI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vaUmslQYfss/s1600/DSC_1876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVnpfUFuOQI/TgrJayeZAgI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vaUmslQYfss/s640/DSC_1876.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I put their flowers/weeds in a vase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COwy-pl6FDw/TgrJjQWg27I/AAAAAAAABBU/L7gT19ncgv4/s1600/DSC_1885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COwy-pl6FDw/TgrJjQWg27I/AAAAAAAABBU/L7gT19ncgv4/s640/DSC_1885.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2497565701729664164?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2497565701729664164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2497565701729664164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2497565701729664164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2497565701729664164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/06/walk-in-woods.html' title='A Walk in the Woods'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOxI2k5DJPo/TgrIZdw-uII/AAAAAAAABAw/PWYycdxoAY4/s72-c/DSC_1840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2003910412200963147</id><published>2011-06-25T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:26:08.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + 3 of My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is rare that I get out from behind the camera...but I started thinking...there aren't many pictures of me with my kiddos.&amp;nbsp; So, we got a few shots in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, Sutton didn't want her picture taken either... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Td0eY3OU6E/TgbN-ixCS0I/AAAAAAAABAk/CH2-C1tDcF8/s1600/DSC_1393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Td0eY3OU6E/TgbN-ixCS0I/AAAAAAAABAk/CH2-C1tDcF8/s640/DSC_1393.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is another that is hard to get pictures of, but she is coming around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want them to look back on all these pictures and ask where I was.&amp;nbsp; Why wasn't I having fun with them.&amp;nbsp; Well, I was there...I was the one holding the camera.&amp;nbsp; So, girls, remember that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIO--eRP_4/TgbOHP7ZLLI/AAAAAAAABAo/zPXMhWl0dPY/s1600/DSC_1400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxIO--eRP_4/TgbOHP7ZLLI/AAAAAAAABAo/zPXMhWl0dPY/s640/DSC_1400.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one, however, loves the camera.&amp;nbsp; She poses every time...it is hard to sneak one in of her without her knowing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYTJswVwqtE/TgbOQ1TOYjI/AAAAAAAABAs/c3l2ZY1Z5dg/s1600/DSC_1454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYTJswVwqtE/TgbOQ1TOYjI/AAAAAAAABAs/c3l2ZY1Z5dg/s640/DSC_1454.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus...you get to see all the freckles I have on my face.&amp;nbsp; I have a crazy amount this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I love my freckles...they add character.&amp;nbsp; I am not so sure I will say that when I have wrinkles, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2003910412200963147?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2003910412200963147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2003910412200963147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2003910412200963147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2003910412200963147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-3-of-my-girls.html' title='Me + 3 of My Girls'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Td0eY3OU6E/TgbN-ixCS0I/AAAAAAAABAk/CH2-C1tDcF8/s72-c/DSC_1393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-2693004280391698236</id><published>2011-06-24T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:02:32.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mine"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someone has learned a new word...can you guess who...and what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLSvcaCQLmg/TgVp2RNhw3I/AAAAAAAABAQ/j4GCv7cWFdc/s1600/DSC_1467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLSvcaCQLmg/TgVp2RNhw3I/AAAAAAAABAQ/j4GCv7cWFdc/s640/DSC_1467.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia did have it first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMFS4jW6Jk8/TgVpVUapmzI/AAAAAAAABAM/buhltyR4NHg/s1600/DSC_1520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMFS4jW6Jk8/TgVpVUapmzI/AAAAAAAABAM/buhltyR4NHg/s640/DSC_1520.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Sutton Grace give it back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeqxIlTk6jc/TgVqA_pPmKI/AAAAAAAABAU/sodUiovpj8Y/s1600/DSC_1471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeqxIlTk6jc/TgVqA_pPmKI/AAAAAAAABAU/sodUiovpj8Y/s640/DSC_1471.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Mine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmLpbyM4RpM/TgVqQNTodWI/AAAAAAAABAY/z5gujyJWD5A/s1600/DSC_1473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmLpbyM4RpM/TgVqQNTodWI/AAAAAAAABAY/z5gujyJWD5A/s640/DSC_1473.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And no sooner was this picture taken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2P4PWwo-MBk/TgVqakBc4FI/AAAAAAAABAc/_u87v4xN3Mw/s1600/DSC_1477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2P4PWwo-MBk/TgVqakBc4FI/AAAAAAAABAc/_u87v4xN3Mw/s640/DSC_1477.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...she had forgotten all about the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EHU-F3hUps/TgVqm5D3ojI/AAAAAAAABAg/j7M-k42hhfM/s1600/DSC_1500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EHU-F3hUps/TgVqm5D3ojI/AAAAAAAABAg/j7M-k42hhfM/s640/DSC_1500.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-2693004280391698236?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/2693004280391698236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=2693004280391698236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2693004280391698236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/2693004280391698236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/06/mine.html' title='&quot;Mine&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YLSvcaCQLmg/TgVp2RNhw3I/AAAAAAAABAQ/j4GCv7cWFdc/s72-c/DSC_1467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4653928431042620107</id><published>2011-06-21T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:48:51.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life is still crazy and very unpredictable for now.&amp;nbsp; I am enjoying every minute of it....well I am trying to atleast.&amp;nbsp; Knowing how fast babies grow into big kids, I want to soak up every minute I can of my children.&amp;nbsp; Because one day they will be gone...and they will have babies of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ella is the perfect big sister to all these girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nyx576Jd1qQ/TgF-09aUXZI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tBs5-h6POfU/s1600/DSC_1018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nyx576Jd1qQ/TgF-09aUXZI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tBs5-h6POfU/s640/DSC_1018.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sutton Grace couldn't sleep last night, so she got to hang with Mommy and Daddy for a little while past bed time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-41wEFjw4/TgF_MGRJTUI/AAAAAAAABAA/xtJVzsV9-uo/s1600/DSC_1042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-41wEFjw4/TgF_MGRJTUI/AAAAAAAABAA/xtJVzsV9-uo/s640/DSC_1042.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 weeks old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...thank you Grandmomma for the blanket.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;JT said this&amp;nbsp;blanket is his favorite so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCdl62GVd6Y/TgF_d2gllAI/AAAAAAAABAE/IO5YWegtbWQ/s1600/DSC_1044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCdl62GVd6Y/TgF_d2gllAI/AAAAAAAABAE/IO5YWegtbWQ/s640/DSC_1044.jpg" width="502px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This little ones loves her animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuA7t3T6Tb4/TgF_t2INJ2I/AAAAAAAABAI/eJ83HNaFugc/s1600/DSC_0944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuA7t3T6Tb4/TgF_t2INJ2I/AAAAAAAABAI/eJ83HNaFugc/s640/DSC_0944.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4653928431042620107?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4653928431042620107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4653928431042620107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4653928431042620107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4653928431042620107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/06/beautiful-girls.html' title='Beautiful Girls'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nyx576Jd1qQ/TgF-09aUXZI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tBs5-h6POfU/s72-c/DSC_1018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-4567705804072523545</id><published>2011-06-14T20:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:44:57.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13l-4Fsqkqw/Tfg3Weeih7I/AAAAAAAAA_4/hXjLYEJBOIU/s1600/DSC_0868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="550px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13l-4Fsqkqw/Tfg3Weeih7I/AAAAAAAAA_4/hXjLYEJBOIU/s640/DSC_0868.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She didn't like it...can you tell??﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-4567705804072523545?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/4567705804072523545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=4567705804072523545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4567705804072523545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/4567705804072523545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/06/bath-time.html' title='Bath time'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13l-4Fsqkqw/Tfg3Weeih7I/AAAAAAAAA_4/hXjLYEJBOIU/s72-c/DSC_0868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3124026235010805392</id><published>2011-06-13T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:51:10.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campbell's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JT had his surgery and the actual surgery was a success, but pain management was not.&amp;nbsp; His pain spiralled out of control.&amp;nbsp; His heart rate dropped and he would stop breathing.&amp;nbsp; It was a scary time.&amp;nbsp; He ended up staying in the hospital for 3 days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the night we got home from the hospital, we had to go right back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up to use the bathroom...totally normal.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had contractions in about a day, and I wasn't having any at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I noticed something in the dark that wasn't right...I was bleeding!&amp;nbsp; It scared me.&amp;nbsp; My first thought lead me back to my miscarriage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All&amp;nbsp;I knew was that I was told to go to labor and delivery if I started bleeding.&amp;nbsp; So I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since I wasn't having contractions and I felt fine, I&amp;nbsp;walked myself to L&amp;amp;D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My husband however, was being pushed in a wheel chair.&amp;nbsp; We got weird looks, but once we explained, they were sympathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as they hooked me up to monitor the baby's heart beat (which was a welcomed sound to a very scared mother), I started contracting...6 minutes apart...real contractions...ones that really hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One hour later...they were 3 minutes apart and I was near 6 cm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At 8:41am I delivered my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one hurt really bad this time.&amp;nbsp; Of course labor hurts (no pain meds here), but she came out face first, and I think my screams scared some of the mom's that we coming in for scheduled inductions. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But she is precious...and I think this is the last time she actually cried.&amp;nbsp; She is a good baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDiU7WYynl4/Tfb-hCzk9VI/AAAAAAAAA_o/D7T7VcVxYlk/s1600/DSC_0409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDiU7WYynl4/Tfb-hCzk9VI/AAAAAAAAA_o/D7T7VcVxYlk/s640/DSC_0409.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big sisters are in love with her.&amp;nbsp; You wouldn't know it that day, but Campbell is Sutton's baby.&amp;nbsp; She is very possessive over her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SG35ZXgeYo8/Tfb-rY-Wl4I/AAAAAAAAA_s/peV9iROW1_s/s1600/DSC_0423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SG35ZXgeYo8/Tfb-rY-Wl4I/AAAAAAAAA_s/peV9iROW1_s/s640/DSC_0423.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at these pictures, makes me realize how bad my swelling was.&amp;nbsp; I am sure you thought I was going to say blessed I am...well I am...but I was also very swollen in the last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is gone now...but the feeling of being blessed still remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs72AOaMRkY/Tfb-0uD7EjI/AAAAAAAAA_w/6rSLkTTS960/s1600/DSC_0492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs72AOaMRkY/Tfb-0uD7EjI/AAAAAAAAA_w/6rSLkTTS960/s640/DSC_0492.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since JT was on orders of bed rest, he did not stay with me in the hospital.&amp;nbsp; So, little lady and I bonded over the next couple days...we spent several hours watch news television...which I completely hate and even more so now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux1qqRcV3fs/Tfb_J3Evg3I/AAAAAAAAA_0/nRMBBvo1mpA/s1600/DSC_0539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux1qqRcV3fs/Tfb_J3Evg3I/AAAAAAAAA_0/nRMBBvo1mpA/s640/DSC_0539.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Campbell came out face up and really fast, I tore, so I had to have stitches.&amp;nbsp; The doctor that delivered her also has 4 kids.&amp;nbsp; Do you know what our conversation was about?&amp;nbsp; Washing machines and dryers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, when I was at 8 cm, I was asking myself...why did I want to go natural again...I completely regretted my decision at that point.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those 2 things were for my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3124026235010805392?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3124026235010805392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3124026235010805392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3124026235010805392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3124026235010805392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/06/campbells-birth-story.html' title='Campbell&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDiU7WYynl4/Tfb-hCzk9VI/AAAAAAAAA_o/D7T7VcVxYlk/s72-c/DSC_0409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3729105720841917861</id><published>2011-06-13T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:40:30.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At one week (today), Campbell is keeping her eyes open more.&amp;nbsp; Today she stared staring at me and studying my face...scanning across and up and down...as if to say "so that is what you look like".&amp;nbsp; I was staring back saying, "So that is what you look like".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ8sV66gVMQ/TfbyxtZc8vI/AAAAAAAAA_k/M0UClCvVCTI/s1600/DSC_0671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ8sV66gVMQ/TfbyxtZc8vI/AAAAAAAAA_k/M0UClCvVCTI/s640/DSC_0671.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know in this picture it looks like she has blonde hair, she doesn't.&amp;nbsp; It is brown...for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-3729105720841917861?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/3729105720841917861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=3729105720841917861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3729105720841917861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/3729105720841917861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/06/staring-contest.html' title='Staring Contest'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ8sV66gVMQ/TfbyxtZc8vI/AAAAAAAAA_k/M0UClCvVCTI/s72-c/DSC_0671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-5647260500401163783</id><published>2011-06-09T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:58:25.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campbell Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More pics to come...more about her birth to come...life is a little crazy right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But she is wonderful and very much loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-q58tM5oa4/TfGj5jtLGiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JBozYg_wQUU/s1600/DSC_0575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-q58tM5oa4/TfGj5jtLGiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JBozYg_wQUU/s640/DSC_0575.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031507361104801140-5647260500401163783?l=theturnertattler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/feeds/5647260500401163783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031507361104801140&amp;postID=5647260500401163783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5647260500401163783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031507361104801140/posts/default/5647260500401163783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theturnertattler.blogspot.com/2011/06/campbell-rose.html' title='Campbell Rose'/><author><name>Sarah Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242864501565899473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mZR3ysbr45k/S11PaEjhETI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6cMqRUYsmAY/S220/DSC_0137.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-q58tM5oa4/TfGj5jtLGiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JBozYg_wQUU/s72-c/DSC_0575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031507361104801140.post-3384468397182533570</id><published>2011-06-05T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:49:07.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For the past 3 days, I really haven't been with my children.&amp;nbsp; That is a HUGE change for me.&amp;nbsp; I am always with my kids.&amp;nbsp; I love it too.&amp;nbsp; But after JT had surgery, things did not go as planned.&amp;nbsp; His surgery was supposed to be outpatient.&amp;nbsp; We were supposed to be home that day, and I had it all planned out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the surgery, they could not control his pain.&amp;nbsp; His heart rate dropped, and he would randomly stop breathing.&amp;nbsp; It was scary!&amp;nbsp; Once they decided to keep him over night, I figured he would go home the next day, but at 3pm, it became clear he was being kept over night again.&amp;nbsp; But day 3, he came home.&amp;nbsp; He is obviously still in pain, but he is doing as well as he was expected to be doing the day of surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This afternoon, I got to spend more time with my kids than I have for the past few days.&amp;nbsp; We got to eat dinner together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vw7ZMfJgZc0/TexWpona5DI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/j7nPz0s9sdA/s1600/DSC_0312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vw7ZMfJgZc0/TexWpona5DI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/j7nPz0s9sdA/s640/DSC_0312.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, we were goofing off.&amp;nbsp; We played our own version of air hockey with the top of a water bottle, and the girls were having fun making me guess what was in which hand.&amp;nbsp; We had our fair shares of funny faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But one thing was said that I hadn't realized I missed.&amp;nbsp; "Mommy".&amp;nbsp; It was said over and over again.&amp;nbsp; I haven't heard it a lot in 3 days, but tonight it was sooooo good to my ears.&amp;nbsp; I realized I do love that name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though at times, I do threaten to change it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I missed being mommy to my girls...goofing off and making them laugh.&amp;nbsp; And having dinner together.&amp;nbsp; I love being a mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: bot
